All Hallow's Eve

November is here, and the holiday season now seems to be a little closer than I'm mentally prepared for it to be. Despite the fact that's it's one of many occurrences throughout the year, there's always a little bit of irony to me in getting up after a highly anticipated day only to realize that just like that, it's over, and you've just entered an entirely different season of the calendar. 

October graced us with both warm and crisp autumn days, brightly colored leaves, deep blue skies brought to us by dry air, and pumpkins dotting porches — all some of my favorite things about Autumn. And as Halloween draws near, I always love to see the houses in town decked out in seasonal and spooky decor, laying in wait for the annual onslaught of giggling kids in costumes stuffing bags with what is only the start of the seasonal sugar ration. Yesterday I took a stroll with my dog, Hunter, down South Avenue, the main trick-or-treating drag of New Canaan, to see what folks were dressing their houses in this year...

The only instance in which I approve of a monstrous spider...

The only instance in which I approve of a monstrous spider...

The witty tombstones of the famed. Of course my fave is for Louisiana chef Paul Prudhomme:  Must Have Been Something He Ate .

The witty tombstones of the famed. Of course my fave is for Louisiana chef Paul Prudhomme: Must Have Been Something He Ate.

Mums, mums, mums!

Mums, mums, mums!

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Of course, no house is truly prepared for Halloween without a proper jack-o-lantern, and pumpkin carving is always on my list of must-do activities. This year I kept it super simple: one happy face to welcome the few trick-or-treaters who might stumble upon our off-the-beaten-path doorstep, and one lucky squash sporting the traditional scary screaming face my mom used to carve every year.

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There's something so delightful in that makes-you-giddy-like-a-kid way about fallen leaves peppering a doorstep on a brisk fall evening as a couple glowing pumpkins (and a Dingo) long for their costumed guests. Thank goodness for my little New England hometown.