Garden Burgers and French Fries

It was a lovely Halloween. It was not freezing, there was no snow on the ground and a particular street in our neighborhood has historically designated itself as the "Halloween Place to Be". And we were and it was AWESOME. Along with flying Ghouls, live witches stirring brew, cemeteries galore, were the families of Bozeman tromping up and down the street in the most glorious of costumes. Some of my personal favorites was the cuttie dressed as a sack of onions, and the brave soul who wore the stacked cardboard boxes to make himself a 6' stop sign.

The scene above was definitely not the most elaborate, but I certainly did enjoy it. And yes, that is Audrey at breakfast with her loot.