some more halloweenyness and hello november you curling death month

quite possibly we found the last dandylion::::and finn really did love his pumpkin bucket so much:::::::our house at night (especially on halloween) looks like this:::::::and then all the kiddos, wrangled up and on or near the steps of the porch!







i will now leave you with a passage from poet barbara guest;; it is sort of novembery, to me:::

". . .the body moved, but with a stilly motion the way a wave curls over a birthday where nothing remains except the foam streamers, like giggles after deep laughter, like death closing in."