Halloween is unusually quiet at my house.  Parents don’t want to walk up our hill,  so the children stop a block or two below us.  When I first moved here from the city, Bobby told me that kids don’t come to our door.  I couldn’t believe it.  I moved to the ‘burbs and no kids at Halloween!

Forever optimistic, I still buy candy and have it ready in a wooden pumpkin by the door.  I hang a small witch in the entry.  She is attached to my wind chimes, so when she moves in the breeze, little bells go off.