Making the first cookies together with my grandson.
They're his idea of pumpkins.

The owls from this year
and last,
on the wall.
The four owls from this year
were fused into a diagonal.

Front window day and night.
There will be more work on it, but it gives the neighborhood some Halloween cheer.

Getting out the lights
and making sure
they work.

Tommy is most
happy about it all.

• An elderly man lay dying in his bed. In death's agony, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite chocolate chip cookies wafting up the stairs.
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• He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed.
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• Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands.
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• With laboured breath, he leaned against the door-frame, gazing into the kitchen. Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven: there, spread out upon newspapers on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favourite chocolate chip cookies. Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
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• Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table, landing on his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips parted; the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth; seemingly bringing him back to life. The aged and withered hand, shakingly made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife.
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• "Stay out of those," she said, "they're for the funeral."

The second set of new owls.

I found a cross-stitch pattern as inspiration, but changed it so much one could never tell which one it was!