Things have been very busy around here as we prepare to become vendors at our local farmers market! Tim is still working his county job full time, therefore he attends to his farm duties after work: feeding and moving the animals twice a day, building pasture shelters, butchering, packaging, etc. And so I am often alone with our two children. This means that I haven’t been able to steal as many moments for writing as I would like.
But I would be remiss not to steal a moment late at night to write just a few words about what might be my very favorite feast celebrated in the Western Hemisphere: Hallowe’en.
The Halloween that most people are familiar with is secular, commercial, gory and plastic. But the Halloween of today’s world is actually a diluted and distorted version of All Hallows Eve, also called Hallowmas and All Saints Eve among those Christians who still celebrate it (many do not). This same holiday is known as Samhain by Neo-Pagans who boldly claim it as their New Year and largest harvest festival. The two holidays are undoubtedly connected: it is widely believed that All Hallows Eve is actually a Christianized feast with Celtic-Pagan roots. In other words, many folks believe that All Hallows Eve is in fact the Gaelic harvest festival of Samhain with a Christian gleam. Others disagree, duh, because thats what people do.
I don’t care to enter into this debate because, as a person with both Catholic and Pagan leanings, frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn! The most important aspect of both All Hallows Eve and Samhain is the acknowledgement and honoring of our beloved dead, be they ancestors or saints.
We spent the whole day at the Spooktakular at Selby Botanical Garden’s! It was magical to be among the costumery and the blooming aphids and orchids, as these two weirdos will attest.
Rosa Maeve even got to meet the real-life Anna from Frozen. Her response was almost too precious to handle.
Then we listened to lovely Fall music on the radio, and had pumpkin-carving and delicious roasted pumpkin-seeds for eating! It was far too humid for my tastes, but that’s life as a Floridian.
And finally, we went out for some late night neighborhood “guising”, or trick-or-treating as the Muggles say! We are lucky to live directly across from one of the most active trick-or-treating neighborhoods in our city. I love how raw and weird all these kids look. What darling little freaks!
In years passed, I have always made an ancestral dinner on Halloween and a little ancestral altar or oratory. Oh well, I’ll just use the third pregnancy card and try again next year. Happy Halloween!