In general it was a bust. The first group came by in broad daylight. Twelve parents, I counted them, with probably fifteen kids, toddlers through maybe eight years old. I did not recognize any of them. They were not Oakwooders. I suspect they were either Gypsies or Irish Travelers. They must have gotten our names off of some Soft Touch website. I grudging gave each of the little creeps a small candy bar. They all responded with a practiced, "Thank you", but I wasn't fooled that easily. A little later a few scattered groups of the Oakwood kids came around. I gave them all too much candy and they took the chance to talk to their Buddy, the old pug. They were ALL ESCORTED BY PARENTS! Why do parents insist on stealing this little adventure from their children? For Christ's sake, they know everyone living in Oakwood. "Damn!", he said curmudgeonly.
All was not lost. It was a beautiful evening, the sky and the lake mirroring each other. Which came first, the lake or the sky? Addy would have walked down to the lake beyond the oaks to take the picture and enhance the illusion even more. I just walked out on the deck and pulled the trigger because I was still manning the candy bowl.