tricks, treats

drizzling, gray, puddles for splashing on a dark walk for chocolate and others. boots for both zorro and rooster.





jude was sick and crabby but interested nonetheless. he snoozed before we went out in the cold and seemed to feel better. poor baby doesn't know how to blow his nose yet and, thus, has a terrible time with this cold.





henry honestly thinks that all who saw him believed him to be zorro. he stood, unsmiling, hands on hips, the stance of a hero. he unsheathed his sword and snarled. he was fabulous.



jude, molting, was annoyed by my dressing him up in a feathery jacket. henry wore the jacket two halloweens ago and jude will be the last to wear it as the thing is falling apart.

i am forgetting what henry's face looks like as he's sported a handsome moustache and black mask to two days straight. he looks cross eyed through the mask. his hair is flat and golden when he whips off his hat and rides into the sunset on scout.

we've a bag of candy in the kitchen that no one but mama has remembered. the cape is all that is thought about. the cape, the mask, the sword.

and, now, november is here. the trees still undress and leave their laundry on the grass for someone else to pick up after them. we've new flannel sheets and furry socks, cocoa and hot cider, green hoodies and variety corduroy, to bring us into winter.