Good Morning Gentle Readers,
I intended to work up a little historical narrative about the amalgam of Mezzo-American, Scots-Irish, and Catholic traditions that when taken together form the nucleus of what we modern Americans call Halloween. Then work reared it's ugly head and that was that.
That Boy's new goal is to travel to a small village in rural Mexico to participate in a Day of the Dead celebration. I told him that I was pretty sure they don't dig up the bones anymore. Didn't seem to dissuade him.
The work part sort of took care of my intended screed as well. Got Dang It, It's Not Even Halloween Yet. Even the House Blond was distressed that all the Christmas decor was all over Sam's Club three weeks ago. She was, however, ever so enthralled by the Christmas Townscape, $89.95 Thankee very much.
Some thoughts from Autumn......She's a chick, not the season.
This is new year's eve, the eve of Samhain (pronounced sow-een or so-wen in Gaelic, depending on whether Scottish or Irish). My favorite day of the year. Not because I'm a practicing pagan type, just because, well...I don't know. Something ancient in the blood that I really can't explain. There's just something special about it. A crisp feel to the air, the smell of burning hickory on the wind, the shadow of the night owl as he passes over, a full Hunter's moon looming behind the house casting silvery shadows while the fox calls in the distance across the field, the pumpkins burning brightly on my porch. I'll admit I just came in from sitting on a bale of straw in front of a bonfire in my front yard, sipping on cherry hard cider and deliciously taking it all in.