Fall Samhain Moon
The mornings are darker. The evenings, too. The night has begun to shift its way toward noon, pushing in from the boundaries where it was held back by the angled earth. Perverse as it is, I’m glad. The furnace is on and the house takes on that snug burrow feel common to the fallow season. We’re all hobbits for the duration. Bring me my second breakfast.
The weather news has frosts, light and hard, within the week. 26 on Tuesday. Well, fine. I put the garden away for the most part long ago. A few apples are left on the tree, a few raspberries on the canes, the leeks. That’s it. Of course, there’s the broadcast fertilizer for the orchard, planting bulbs, spraying the biotill on orchard and vegetable garden, but that’s all doable.
Then, with Halloween/Samhain we begin the long holiseason where we humans light up the landscape with our fear of the sun’s forever absence. We eat, light candles, string outdoor lights, give gifts, go to special seasonal choral and theatrical events, gather with family. Really we’re gathering around the fire huddled up hoping this will not be the year when the sun leaves and chooses not to come back. It always has but you never know.
