I was in the process of writing a frivolous Halloween post last Monday when I received the sad news that my sister Harriet unexpectedly passed on at the age of 86. We had no warning and apparently she didn't either. Such happenings put life in perspective. If she had to go, it was a blessing that she didn’t linger. I know she would say so. We had been "cyber sisters" these last few years, visiting every day through email. I will miss her dearly but she's forever in my heart, and I have no regrets because she knew I love her. Time to move on. Harriet would want us to.
Mike and I spent a wonderful Halloween weekend at the Gilbert homestead where we were NOT visited by ghosts, goblins, vampires, or monsters – not even fairy princesses. At least they didn’t allow themselves to be seen. Things were quiet.
Mike went out to hunt deer a couple of times – Friday evening and again Saturday morning, perhaps encouraged by the fact that our neighbor had a successful hunt Thursday evening (Oct. 27). He saw a distant deer or two, but it was wet and muddy and the growing rape crop makes hunting difficult if not impossible.
Oh – and by the way, with increased moisture, more and more of the rape is sprouting.
I was up early with Mike on Saturday morning and made two batches of jelly – elderberry with a touch of apple and then a mixture of service berry and elderberry.
That’s just a short update. My focus in the sewing room of my mind was to make Halloween outfits for the dolls in my display. I only sorta finished one, a party dress, modeled here by Maryellen. I have a black ribbon for her hair, but it’s of no consequence now. There’s always next year . . . KW