There is a certain time in the early Fall when the air becomes very clear and clean and the sun seems to have a more golden glow than the Summer sun can achieve.  In Missouri, the day time temperature will still heat up my closed car as it sits in a parking lot, making the steering wheel hard to hang onto, but at night I'll likely  carry a sweater because the chill can be enough so that I see my breath as I head to the car.  The tops of the trees, just a few leaves, really, get tinged with yellow/orange or red and you notice that the squirrels are racing around with acorns and seeds.  They seem to know, even before the human population, that time is short and winter will put a finish to the bright sunny warmth before we are ready for it to end.

   About the middle of October the leaves will be vivid and there can be no denying that Halloween is well on it's way.  More and more porches and yards are sporting pumpkins and artfully arranged straw bales and corn stalks.  Ghosts and skeleton figures sway, suspended from some neighbor's trees and a few especially enterprising folks place life sized scarecrow figures in porch swings or propped against hay bales.
 
     I go down the basement stairs and pull out the storage boxes with the lighted Halloween cat that we've had since the girls were little and the dear little ceramic candle holder shaped like a little trick or treating girl draped as a ghost that I found in a shop the first year after our daughters left home to start family traditions of their own.  Two big boxes of assorted spooky stuff to set the mood:  Halloween's almost here!  Some years I get ambitious about planning treats and get started early to put them together.  Most years are much more laid back and candy bars will be the "treat" at the Abbott's door.
 
    At our house, the trap spiders build dozens of real webs in the flattop trimmed cedar shrubs around the front door stoop.  They compete with the artificial webbing which is part of our yearly ritual of "decorating for Halloween" and it causes me to wonder, nearly every morning as I step out the door to get the daily paper, if the spiders ever walk the carefully draped threads that I have spun around our entryway.
 
   One tradition waits for the afternoon of October 31st.  The carving of the pumpkin always happens then and at dusk he gets candle lighted and set out on the porch.  I walk all the way to the curb without peeking, then turn around to get the full effect from the street.   The last couple of years, we've done two jack-o-lanterns and I love the effect!   The more the merrier!
 
    My favorite Halloween "tradition" doesn't happen every year.  Some years just don't lend the right circumstances.  But some years are perfect.  I take one or more of my family along for a walk around our neighborhood, after most of the kids (except for an occasional group of boisterous older ones) are already home sorting their loot.  The best nights for this are not too cold, but definitely brisk.  Leaves crackle underfoot or make a kind of swishing sound, if you are walking through a yard.  The pumpkin faces grin at us from dark porches where the lights have been switched off for the night.  The walkers go mostly in silence or we speak very softly to comment on a particularly great Jack's leer.  One really outstanding year in my memory, we had special effects of a wispy, foggy mist threading around every available light source.  It just doesn't get much better than that and I still recall it to all the family every year, as "Remember the year......".

Guess it's time to scream with fright.
Come on out...It's Halloween Night!
               ©Carol Abbott, 2003