There is no happier time of the year for me than right now with the leaves changing and the pumpkins appearing and the costumes coming together and the sweaters being worn.  We don’t have a wood burning fireplace, but our neighbors do and that means Rebecca Street smells really wonderful during these cold nights.  The other day Huck and I picked up Troy from work and then found ourselves driving around looking at beautiful homes decorated for Halloween, only imagining what Christmas lights we are in for in a month or so.  And on Saturday we three spent the chilly afternoon at a nearby place called Farmland Adventures where we enjoyed a nine acre corn maze in the shape of several African animals, a wagon ride that included feeding tortillas to cows, and burying Huck in corn (much of which remained in his pockets until this morning’s laundry).  And since our beloved Harvest Festival was going on back in New York, Troy and Huck wore some old t-shirts in tribute to where we would normally be on a fall Saturday in mid-October.  To quote one of our friends in the Heights: “We missed you but glad you found some good corny fun close to home!”

Do we ever!