I just love baby feet!

Don't you?

The last leaf has fallen from it's branch and was resting gracefully upon the lawn.

I finished cleaning up the last of the leaves this weekend.

The yard looks so clean!

But then I glanced back at my birch and maple,

suddenly struck by their bareness.

It was a  quick reminder of what's to come.

Instead of dwelling on that four letter word (no...not snow as I love snow),

C O L D, I decided to warm things up around here.

A few fall decorations now grace the windowsill and lovely cloth pumpkins

brighten an otherwise dark spot.

Becky made her pumpkin purchases and placed them strategically outside around the house.

Funny, but I would swear the scent of pumpkin pies was wafting from the kitchen.

It won't be long until the little monsters will be ringing doorbells looking for treats.

I'm always a little sad this time of year as trick or treating is done in our house.

In addition to that, we never have anyone ring our bell on Halloween.

I have always loved Halloween.

I've been a cave woman, Bonnie of Bonnie and Clyde, witches, a punk rocker and my favorite, Micheal Myers from the movies Halloween, to name a few.

 Micheal Myers was my favorite costume.

Being able to go out and having people unable to identify me as male or female is one of my most guilty pleasures ever!

But alas, those days seem to be behind me.

Or are they?

Perhaps this will be our year to trick.

Be wary, you never know who's on the other side of your door!