"November comes and November goes, with the last red berries and the first white snow; With night coming early, and dawn coming late, and ice in the bucket and frost by the gate. The fire burn, and the kettle sing, and the earth sinks to rest until next spring." ~Elizabeth Coatsworth~
Hark! Hark to the wind! Tis the night, they say, when souls come back from the far away- The dead, forgotten this many a day! ~Virna Sleard~ Do I believe in ghosts, why yes I do and tomorrow I will tell you why. Happy Halloween!