Cornucopia: Halloween

   Even though my immune system is compromised, I’ve suppressed my concerns and we’ve opened up our home and lives to our family. It seems like the right thing to do.

   John and his girlfriend came to us on Saturday afternoon, saying they wanted to take Connor out pumpkin hunting someday this coming week. We contacted the appropriate parties (Connor’s mother, the daycare-sitter, and Connor’s Dad) to arrange for John to pick Connor up from the bus after school on Monday, rain or shine.

   John and Skylor had a nice chat with the next-door daycare-sitters, Kathy and Erv, while they waited for Connor’s bus. Then, they went to Long Acers Farm to choose the best-ever pumpkins, one for each of them and a small one for Rocky, John’s Blue-nosed Pit Bull Terrier  puppy.

   Then, they came to our home to get to work. We’d dug up the carving tools, scoops, and knives from days of yore  and they put them to good use. They  designed, carved and admired their handiworks.  We enjoyed listening to them kibitz, encourage each other, sing, and create a memory, jack-o-lanterns, and re-enforce a family unit.

   Later this morning, Dave and I will go through the digitals he took of the children at their task and enjoying our hot tub. Connor’s “Connor Book” will have several new pages in it to remind him of the love atop our drumlin in Walworth.