Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
Cousin Itt, a shaggy presence, accompanied me to the Whispering Oak. Its branches whispered secrets of the ages, and the moonlight cast intricate patterns on its gnarled bark.
As I whispered my questions to the ancient tree, Cousin Itt rustled in agreement. It brought to mind memories of the spring equinox from earlier this year, a time of balance and awakening.
With memories of the spring equinox fueling my curiosity, I continued my moon-based preparations for Halloween, knowing that the cycles of nature are an integral part of our family's traditions.
Until the morrow, Wednesday