“The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.”

The rain is back. I woke to a dreary day. The high will be 55˚, a tolerable temperature despite the damp. The low, though, will be really low, 38˚. That is bundle up weather.

Last night I actually had kids, around 11 or 12 of them. I managed to give out all my Chuckles without having to open the chocolates bars. All the kids were in costume. It felt like a regular Halloween for just a while.

Today is a down day. I haven’t any lists. I have plenty of food, human, canine and feline, so I won’t need to get dressed today. I’ll stay in my comfy flannels with the designs of Santa on skis and Santa ice skating. They were the only cleans one left in the basket. I’m also wearing a Red Sox sweat shirt and my slippers with the holes. It is a good think I don’t get company.

I was pleased when I woke up early today then I remembered I had changed the clocks, fall back.

When I was a kid, Sunday was my least favorite day. I had to go to church so my morning started out badly, but if I went to church with my father, I got my favorite donut and a ride to and from. He’d also give me a dime or a quarter for the basket. I remember he’d get to my row, move the basket down, and when it was in front of me, he’d wiggle it, and I’d put in my dime.

Sunday dinner was the highlight of the week. The house always smelled great no matter the main course. My favorite has always been the roast beef. My mother always made mashed potatoes to go with the roast. She was a liberal user of butter, but I never complained. I liked to watch the butter melt on the mound of potatoes on my plate. It was sort of like a weird volcano. For veggies, I’d take the peas or the green beans, one of the few beans I’ll eat. Sometimes we had corn, either niblets or cream corn. In my whole adult life, the only time I’ve bought cream corn is when I’ve made one of my cornbread recipes. Something about the look of cream corn disturbs me.

I am the only one awake in this house. It’s pretty quiet and just a little bit lonely.

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2 Comments on ““The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Last night there were lots of kids and families coming through the neighborhood. We had the candy in a bowl at the end of the driveway and everyone was very polite. Since this was out first Halloween in this neighborhood, I don’t know if last nights numbers were normal or reduced due to the pandemic.

    Today was another beautiful day with sunny skies and a high of 70°.

    The blue moon was beautiful as it rose last night.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      My numbers were smaller than they have been. Each year the number of kids had gone up. My first year here I only had 2. Last night was a small turnout, 11 or 12. At least I do get to keep the chocolate bars.

      It is raining now. It rained all and off all day. I didn’t go out so I don’t know dog it feels cold.

      The moon was beautiful I was gad the clouds and rain held off.

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