We're starting on our return leg from a long weekend to the states to attend my high school reunion. It's been a real treat this time of year, because not only did I have this idyllic childhood, but I grew up in the middle of Homespun Americana. Seeing it this time of year has been magic, all the leaves turning and everyone having carved pumpkins and gourds, scarecows and dried cornstalk arrangements on their front porch, complete with rocking chair. It's a town that's a Norman Rockwell painting.
I'd love to take this feeling back to the UK with me, but know any sort of Halloween decoration is going to be taken as the work of Satan by, well, one of our neighbors. Besides, it just isn't the same without the New England house paint colors and front proches with rocking chairs, piles of orange leaves amassing and grey squirrels frolicking.
<sigh> Naturally, we had to stop by the roadside and pick up a jug of apple cider. Trying to drink the whole thing down before we get on the plane is going to be like entering a pie-eating contest, but we'll do it!