October

October is here.
My helper and I planted bulbs today in the soil where the Big Summer Project took place.

Our answering machine message is a song that I wrote when Henry was less than a year old:

October is the month when all the ghosts,
Would like to gobble up Little Henry the most,
For he is cute as a button, and busy as a bee,
And oh, how blessed are we.

I think this will be a good month.