Halloween in Lowndesboro is a sweet affair.  The children pile into a horse trailer that’s been cleaned out and decorated spooky.  People sign up to be part of the route and all the little ones pile out at each stop, trick or treat, then carry on. Our friends, David and Ann, invited us to sit on their front porch to see the events unfold; another very dear friend, Pat came dressed up.  Truly, she was Southern Gothic with a ‘tude!

New camera in hand, I wandered out in front of the porch and looked at St. Paul’s, the little Episcopal Church I was so fortunate to get to be priest-in-charge of for a few months, before going to work at Ascension.  And right there, it was even more clearly Southern. Really clearly spooky.  Really clearly Halloween.