Tuesday, October 6, 2009
As I drive, I am attracted to houses decked with pumpkins, leaves or even scary things that I don't like. They seem to be sending a warm sort of message to the world . . . A beckoning invitation to join them for their celebrations.
I fear the day when the fingerprints are gone and the squeals of joy no longer accompany the fall ritual of unloading the orange boxes. Don't come too soon!!!
But, today, I have the squeals, the helpers that put things in the wrong places, the excitement, and the feeling that I am sharing happiness. Mannheim Steamroller thunders in the background. Witches fly overhead in halls, greet guests at the doorway, and sit in trees. My signature crows are placed everywhere, over doors, in trees, on the dining table . . .
The festive atmosphere makes us feel like dancing.
Those without partners ask the ghost of John, our music prop for years, to dance. Fall is here.