Witchy Woman Cast a Spell on Me

Oh my, look what jet lag does - turns a usually tame redhead into an old witch in her black boots. But witches don't have toes and I do - phew! I was beginning to get a bit worried.

Running around today trying to gussy up the cottage in time for the trick or treat brigade expected tomorrow evening. The weather is warm during the day but the cool nights should soon have those trees dressed in gold and brown. I must plant tulip and daffodil bulbs and cover with pansies before leaves carpet the garden.

The porch is ready except for the bowl of candy - mostly Bob's favorites in case there's leftovers. Have a ghoulish time......................and dress up in something, anything, just for an evening of fun. We hang out in our cul-de-sac with the neighbors, toasting the moon and scaring the kiddies. The way I'm feeling I may very well resemble that witch....now I must go find my pointy hat.

More English country and coastal chronicles coming soon.