A very cold evening about a week ago was the impetus to turn trees golden and, a few red -- and amount of autumn color I have not seen before here on the Cape since the last three autumns have been warm and trees didn't turn until well into November, although they had turned "off Cape". We are protected by the surrounding water. I'm enjoying a display of color every time I drive somewhere.
Many people in this apartment complex do some decorating just outside their doors for various seasons. Marilyn who lives at the end of my hall is an enthusiastic decorator and must have a big closet full of seasonal items. The "witch" is harmlessly captured but her legs and feet wouldn't fit into the chest - nor her hat and broomstick.
This is an "over 50" housing complex so we don't have children coming around trick or treating. Frankly, I'm glad. I have a "grumpy old lady" attitude about kids and their greed for candy -- as if they didn't have more than enough candy normally. The uptick in tacky junk to "decorate" with at all holidays is very distasteful to me and the Halloween stuff is among the worst. Ugly skeletons, witches, spiders and spider webs, ghosts of various sorts ... No thanks. Real pumpkins mostly, I think, are products of local farmers so I don't mind that these people make a little money. And I'm happy to see that a lot of Jack-o-lanterns are actually drawn on the pumpkin with markers or paint -- giving the "artist" the ability to be orginal and sometimes witty.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!