The stars aligned as they so rarely do. The weather was beautiful, The Goblin Child fell asleep in the combine for a long morning nap and 8 went off to take his afternoon nap in the combine as well. We had the afternoon free.

So we saddled Coyote and Princess Onna and went for a ride!

Of course as we got ready a bank of clouds rolled in. It was still nice in the yard out of the wind but I tied jackets on behind just in case. The other day, out for a short ride, The Goblin Child had spotted a mountain in the distance. I promised her that someday we would ride there but I never guessed that someday would be so soon.

As soon as we got out from behind the wind break it got cooler. We were glad to have jackets. But it was still nice. Daisy ran along beside us in the uncut corn scaring up pheasants. Along the edge of the field a small bunch of deer grazed, the antlers on the buck visible even from even our distance. Safe still, until next weekend. And The Goblin Child chattering away a mile a minute. And randomly hollering “Whoa!” and hauling back on poor Princess Onna’s reins. The reins are too long for her fortunately, short of sticking her nose in the air Onna would usually ignore her if not for a little outside help. The Goblin Child likes to stop just to look around or to let the horses grab a bite of grass then she’s off again, Onna listens pretty good to her go cue.

I try to remember that, despite her enthusiasm and ease in the saddle, The Goblin Child has had very little actual riding time. She is as comfortable in the saddle as only someone who has never fallen off can be but the ride to the mountain was long and arduous, more than we could make and still have it be fun for her little legs. So we went around the corn field, still an impressive ride. A quarter section, half mile square, two miles round trip.

She was ready to be home, and honestly so was I, it’s pitiful how out of shape I am. Or maybe it was the saddle I have become unaccustomed to. Even Daisy was dragging with her tongue nearly hanging to the ground. We did not make it clear to the base of the mountain but we got close enough to make us happy, maybe next time we will complete the journey.

We are trying to get outside as much as possible. I can feel the last good days slipping past quickly. Not that there wont be occasional nice days through the winter but they may be few and far between. It has been getting colder at night, upper teens the last couple. Everything is well frozen except for my beautiful, hardy petunias. I’m covering them, maybe they’ll make Thanksgiving.

The corn harvest is still sputtering along. It rained then stayed cloudy, they tried anyway and stuck one semi in the mud, locked up the wheels on the other. That didn’t deter them long, the next morning they were back at it. Making repairs, unsticking and off to try the neighbors dryland corn. It’s a little dryer so they will go on it for awhile.

Today’s good weather is inspiring some horse riding! For everybody. The Goblin Child and I went out during 8’s nap. I couldn’t decide if we should both ride Coyote, so I would get to ride too or if we should saddle Princes Onna and I would walk. The Goblin Child decided we should take both horses so everyone would be happy. I have been hesitant to pony Onna while The Goblin Child rides, that’s a lot of hooves should she fall. But she had made up her mind and who doesn’t let a three year old make important decisions like that? It was what I really wanted so she didn’t have too hard a time convincing me. And it all worked out great.

After lunch Ava came for a ride with me. She and I used to ride all the time and I’ve missed our rides together. I kept Princess Onna on the lead rope just to be on the safe side. Onna was pretty zippy but Ava did great even though the stirrups would not adjust properly. I think next time we will leave them long so they are out of the way and not even try to use them.  We  got back and The Goblin Child saw Ava riding her horse and wasn’t sure she was ok with that. Then decided that if Ava was going to ride her horse she should get to ride with her! I said no they could not ride double, I’m so mean. But she got on behind me and we made one lap around behind the house and she thought it might be alright after all.

If all goes well maybe we can do it again tomorrow.

I didn’t get a Halloween story written. I wanted to, even had ideas about a baby brother goblin to keep the Goblin Child company. He would dash about in his walker crashing into peoples ankles. Until the Goblin Child decided to stuff him back into the pumpkin he surely had come from. But I didn’t get it done, so take my description and imagine a good story to go with it.

I was at a bit of a loss as to what we were going to do. Moonlight madness our usual venue for trick or treating wasn’t being held this year. I hate change. (The trunk or treat they had instead was excellent but still)

My husband couldn’t understand my anxiety. We would trick or treat in town. Besides we had gone out the night before, what was the big deal, how much Halloween did we need? Silly question, you can never get too much of all things Halloween. So to town we went.

Arriving early we went to get the children’s pictures taken, donating our cans of food for The Good Neighbor center. Then we made rounds of our friends houses driving between stops. Along with the handfuls of candy, the good chocolate stuff home made plus homemade treats and other goodies, heaped into the pumpkin for the children, with everybody throwing in extra for 8, one house gave lottery tickets for the adults. We admired carved pumpkins, lights and costumes. Visited with friends not seen for ages and had a blast.

After our round about town and reaching exhaustion, the adults more than the children, we started for home. Not straight home of course, we had neighbors to visit. At one house we sat down to cookies and a glass of milk, a good long visit and still more candy. At another we got the great candy of course, plus the tour of yard lights The Goblin Child had long been anticipating. They always put up the best decorations, Halloween and Christmas, and every time we drove by for a week or two ahead of time she talked about getting Cowboy Bill to show her his lights. I hope it lived up to expectations.

Finally reaching home long after bed time we arrived home for a quick stop by the in-laws then, with the cousins, a little trick or treat to our house  where I had left candy out in hopes of a stray trick or treater stopping by. A fairly common theme among the more rural homes we stopped by, apparently we all hope to be found.

It was a long fun filled night and though the candy was great it was by no means the purpose or all the fun. We will definitely be Halloweening in our little town next year. Or maybe out of our little town.

I still need to get back to Halloween, and I really want to, But first, need to mark the beginning of corn harvest.

It’s been going in fits and starts. They got tho combine ready a couple of weeks ago and took a test run. The corn was way too wet. Again on Halloween, still to wet. Today they were fed up and found a few people willing to take corn with a slightly high moisture content, they went for it.

Tonight, in the gloaming, I had to make a trip into town. I felt an overwhelming urge to drive my pickup instead of the car. On all sides the glow of lights on combines and tractors lit the night. Their glow made brighter and blurred by the dust they stirred up hanging in the air. It was quite beautiful. I tried to take it in while watching for semis pulling out in front of me and for the deer that inspired me to take the pickup.

Almost into town I spotted, as I sped past, a small herd grazing along the road. They stayed and I was past as soon as I saw them. I pulled into town, picked up what I was after and left. It took very little time, a minute or two. Coming home again I was remembering to slow down and look for the herd of deer. I popped over the hill coming to where they were and there were vehicles on both sides and lights flashing. A small car hadn’t been as lucky as I. She had demolished her bumper but not had her windshield smashed in like a car we had seen earlier in the week at least. I couldn’t believe all that had happened in the little time I was gone.

At the park Monday the children were playing happily when an ungodly racket arose. It was coming from the road, over a hill, just out of sight. On my way from pushing one child on the swing to check the other standing with a tight grip on the bars I stopped and turned to stare. It popped and clanged, backfired and roared. Then finally I saw it, an old straight truck coming down the road faster than it had ever been meant to go. So forty, fifty miles an hour. As I watched in awe and horror it jerked and swayed down the road swerving from side to side. I wondered in that brief moment if I would be able to reach my innocently swinging child grab her off the swing run back and scoop the other from the ground and flee in time to escape the inevitable crashing of the behemoth off of the road and through the play ground.

As I decided probably not, it thundered past still spitting and backfiring. Two men, even more aged than the ancient  beast of a truck, sat inside serious but unworried about the dangers they faced. With gas peddle mashed to the floor they were hauling a load of gain in to the elevator. Old wooden side boards bulged and strained under the weight of their load, the corn heaped within left a trail behind like a deranged Hansel and Gretel. And then it was gone all but for the ringing in my ears. The sound slowly faded into the distance, or perhaps they slowed for their destination was at hand. And in that brief moment we nearly died and yet survived unscathed, everyone unaware of the danger but me.

We have done our best to get a little riding in during this last warm spell. That would be like  once. I got stirrups for her, the kind that hang from the saddle horn. I spent so much time telling people that we weren’t going to do that, and how dangerous stirrups are for small children and what ever other reasons I had that I realized that it must mean I was planning to get them. “Me thinks you (he?) protestith to much” or some such. So I found a pair with tapadaros to alleviate the foot slipping through issue and she does seem to like them. Her legs are a little too short even for the shortest setting but she can reach them and hopefully they will offer some support.

Dreading the coming cold but we are in November and were lucky to enjoy the long beautiful fall that we did. It is supposed to snow through the end of the week so hopefully I will have time to write about Halloween before I forget.