HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Ah, the thirty-first of October. Time to turn colder, barer.

Drier.

Fire.

Leaves are pretty much down up here on The Ridge. My variegated maple has held on until the last. It loses its leaves from the top down. So why do my dogwoods go red from the ground up?

I have always regarded Halloween as my New Year's Eve. November First is the beginning of the year.

So Happy New Year

and

Happy Halloween.

From Standish Farm and Red

From The Standish Homestead

And from Samara Morgan and Harvey D. Eyeball Congeries.

And, oh, yeah. From me, too.