It's Skärtorsdagen and the witches are out and about in our neighborhood. I decorated a bush in our front yard with blue and yellow feathers and we bought a ton of candy in anticipation of all the kiddos we expected to ring our doorbell. I couldn't wait for that, though, and ran out to meet them when I saw a group approaching. They gave me drawings of chicks and bunnies and Easter eggs and I gave them baggies of candy tied up with ribbon and I got to meet their moms, our new neighbors. It's all significantly less solemn than the Maundy Thursday I became accustomed to back at church in Cleveland, but they don't trick-or-treat here and kids need their candy, right? Speaking of which, The Swede and I are earnestly observing the adult Halloween tradition of hoping that few enough kids show up to leave some candy for us.
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