We have never experienced Trick-or-Treating on such a blustery night! (Thus the Hundred Acre Wood reference.)
Look closely at the front door behind the kids, it is dripping with rain that was blowing at gale force horizontally.
Emma is cracking up because I stepped off the porch to get her tall self into the frame and the wind about knocked me over. Needless to say, the Cat-in-the-Hat couldn't keep that fabulous striped creation on her head. Lets just say it was a short night.
