A perfectly dreary, spooky, rainy little Halloween. I went for a run and my crows were out in force. They seem to like the wet weather, or maybe the fact that the graveyard is so quiet on stormy days. My winter oyster mushrooms are popping up again, which is nice to see. I think I'll give them a couple days and then harvest some. I have really nice butter and I bet they'd be good fried up and put on a nice piece of meat.

I was having such a nice time on my run in the pouring rain that I was startled when the lady who runs the graveyard pulled up and asked if I needed a ride home. I was briefly confused and then she was like "oh wait. You're out here on PURPOSE?" But what is life without an occasional rainy run? It will soon be too cold to do it. Running in the snow is fun but difficult, and sometimes it's falling too hard and gets in my eyes. I had this moment coming back from Elkhorn, seeing the piles of nicely cut and stacked wood and the little cabins with smoke coming from the chimney where I felt excited and happy for winter, not horribly depressed about it. But I'm in an odd little mood these days. 

Tonight I'm really looking forward to handing out candy; I'm hoping the rain doesn't spoil everything. I want to put on all the string lights and fill the yard with candles. I don't think I'll dress up (as a practicing witch, my culture is not a costume! Just kidding, it totally is.) but pretty much most of the stuff I wear could pass as a costume so maybe I'll put on one of my witchier things.