I have the Halloween decorations out and the pumpkin is inexpertly carved and lit on the front step. Candy has been bought - and for now is safely stored in the linen closet - otherwise I would eat it. All is ready for the big night.
On Sunday my little neighbor informed me that I would never guess what his costume would be - this after he told me his Dad bought him a big, red pitchfork. So priceless and adorable.
It would not be Halloween without Georgie. I love this story by Robert Bright about a little ghost, Georgie, who suddenly finds himself homeless.
|Each year I put my childhood copy - |
now battered and masking taped bound -
out on the coffee table.
|As Georgie looks for a new home, each house is already occupied.|
|The only house without a ghost is Mr. Gloam's place.|
Don't you just love that name?
|My favorite line from the book - since used for anything big and grand.|
|The Darling Georgie|
|Georgie and Miss Oliver, the owl.|
|Thank you Robert Bright for originally writing for|
Robin and Beatrice but ultimately for the enjoyment of many.
Apparently a dog lover as well...
All illustrations from Georgie by Robert Bright.