Day of the Dead

Went walking in the woods today with the kiddies. As we went down the hill, the wind blowing, I stopped suddenly.

"Listen!", I said. "Do you hear the wind whispering?"

And the wind rustled all the dried leaves in the oak trees around us. It was beautiful.

"Yes," Lola answered. She stopped for a good 5 seconds, listening intently.

"What is it saying?" I asked.

Thinking, she answered, smiling, "Whoooosh!!"

Now to make tempeh and set up our altar. Maybe I can get cookies baked...