'Weening

Pleasant morning of climbing, then a nice walk for our nonegenarian, in sun and no wind, her favorite. Hauled out the old spooky tree for the front porch, as we always have some little costumed beggars appear; no carved pumpkin, but I found a squash-themed cartoon poster I made some years ago, so it went up behind the little, lighted dead tree. One little boy from down the street gazed at its purple lights, dusty webbing and paper bats and appreciatively declared it "scary". We had about a dozen trick-or-treaters, with two guys in skunks among the best outfits. I saw a 16 month old girl dressed as an owl at the corner store; I complimented her on her outfit, just as she started to cry, loudly and piercingly. "Oh, a screech owl," I commented to her mother, who chuckled. We made some pizza, and had a cozy evening.