Mondays with Sprocket: In the bulrushes
We had a giant empty basket and a 20-pound dog. What would YOU have done?
Fun fact: This basket is only ever used for Halloween candy. Well, I mean, mostly. When we’re not trying to entice a dog into it.
We live in Mayberry, by which I mean that we live in a mill village, with parallel streets and grids and everything (even the working mill), and every Halloween the police block the streets to all but local vehicle traffic all evening and let the kids walk through and trick-or-treat. And all the kids who live in the mill village show up, and so do all the kids who live in neighborhoods that aren’t safe for trick-or-treating (read: “on streets where the speed limit is too high,” not “in violent areas” – this is still Mayberry, remember). And last year our church (which is a block from our house – Mayberry) took a bunch of kids on a hayride through the festivities.
So we need a big basket.
Since fall is in the air and there are mums and gourds on all the flat surfaces in our house, I thought I’d share this basket moment with you. You know, since this is a fall basket and all. When it hasn’t got a dog in it.
We’re looking forward to Halloween at our house.
I think Sprocket is going as Moses.