Just after Labor Day the bright summer sky turns dark and desolate. Afternoons quickly become night and leaves start blowing by our front door. Nighttime is darker and we know that Halloween is on its way. I love this time of year and love to watch people approach my spooked-up front door.
They see the Halloween wreath in shades of gray and black. They hear a noise on the step and look scared. They should be able to guess from the state of our rambling Victorian farmhouse, that the moaning step isn't a ghost, but just another item we haven't got to on our rehab project list!