Halloween at Our House {and a poem}

Halloween at Our House {and a poem} October 29, 2014

Halloween is upon us! Maggie has been bringing home delightful crafts from preschool for the last two weeks. Today we baked pumpkin shaped sugar cookies for her class parties tomorrow and Friday. We even have some babies in handmade holiday bibs.

We all journeyed to the Children’s Museum last week for the (friendly) haunted house. So much fun.

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Maggie is going as a ladybug this year. A photo sans wings and antennae.

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Our autumn mantle. I just love that semi-creepy raven bust. The pumpkin was chosen by Maggie at her school field trip.

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Spook-tacular purple spider courtesy of our artist in residence, Maggie.

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Pumpkin cookies for the Lion Class party.

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Adorable handmade bibs given to us by the wonderful Auntie Glo.

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Babies in bibs, looking slightly suspicious.

Of course, Maggie needed to wear a bib too.

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Yeah, basically.

Since it’s still October, and I am supposed to be posting a poem a day (wow, that was a lot harder than it seemed!), here is a poem. It’s a wonderful fall poem by Indiana’s own “Hoosier Poet”, James Whitcomb Riley.

The Rapture of the Year (from Songs O’Cheer)

While skies glint bright with bluest light

Through clouds that race o’er fields and town,

And leaves go dancing left and right,

And orchard apples tumble down;

While school-girls sweet, in lane or street,

Lean ‘gainst the wind and feel and hear

Its glad heart like a lover’s beat,–

So reigns the rapture of the year.

The ho! and hey! and whop-hooray!

Though winter clouds be looming,

Remember a November day

Is merrier than mildest May

With all her blossoms blooming.

While birds in scattered flight are blown

Aloft and lost in dusky mist,

And truant boys scud home alone

‘Neath skies of gold and amethyst;

While twilight falls, and Echo calls

Across the haunted atmosphere,

With low, sweet laughs at intervals,–

So reigns the rapture of the year.

The ho! and hey! and whop-hooray!

Though winter clouds be looming,

Remember a November day

Is merrier than mildest May

With all her blossoms blooming.

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