Halloween Fruit (not Candy). Well…Almost

This morning after my Yoga class I stopped in Walmart to buy a few supplies. The store was awash with folks, all of whom seemed to be in search of Halloween candy, costumes for the kids and the like.

I quickly passed by the bins and bins of every imaginable type of candy, mostly blocking the center isles (they plan it this way, right?) and headed for the produce department to buy my weekly supply of fruits.

Apples, grapes, bananas,  pomegranate, mango and a bag of cranberries were my purchases this week. A glass container of parched peanuts on the kitchen table won't tempt me quite so much as a container full of cookies will. They are so good and (relatively) good for me, unless I eat too many!

I did wish, however, to purchase a Halloween treat for the three children who have moved in down the hill from us. They are quite small, and I am not quite certain their parents will bring them up our long driveway tonight during their trick-or-treat rounds. Therefore, I’m going to bag their treats up festively and deliver them later in the afternoon.

Treats for the neighbor children: Skittles in pumpkins, gumballs in a miniature dispenser machine.

While in the store, I was about to leave the sea of candy when I hesitated, thinking I should buy a Halloween treat for my husband. Any kind, so long as its Hershey’s chocolate is his stand on the matter. But there were so many choices in size of bars, size of bags, etc., etc., etc.

Finally I settled on a VERY large bag of miniatures. Will I eat some? Surely I will. He’ll leave all the dark chocolate for me and concentrate on the milk chocolate; I’ll fix a bag filled with the Krackel and Mr. Goodbar for mother.

Chocolates and the kiddie treats.

The dogs will beg when they hear the little bars being unwrapped, but no, they will not get any. Definitely not. I’ve heard, but don’t know if it’s true, that chocolate is poison to their systems.

A Spooky Halloween picture:

I took this picture yesterday after dark when I went out to check on the kittens. They were playing around on the concrete driveway when two of them climbed up the old persimmon tree. Light from the nearby pole lamp sheds an eerie glow on the tree leaves. Can you discern Myrtle and Murtie perched on the tree limbs?

And here's Carl, nestled among the fallen leaves. I made this photo a couple of days ago. Isn't he beautiful? We are still missing Blackie and Gurtie, who never returned. These cats were always special to my sister and me, but the three remaining ones especially so after the loss of the other two.

Ole' Doe-eyed Kris wishes you a happy Halloween.

I love this pose of Valerie. She looks as if she's thinking, "how pretty I am!"

Boo!

This is Mommy Sox (mother of the kittens above). She is not the scary cat she looks to be in this photo. I just happened to have luckily caught her as she was yawning. Isn't this a hoot?

Happy Halloween everyone.