
End of harvest, beginning of winter. We've had our first frosts this week, today we'll gather up all the nasturtium vines along and over the split-rail fence, put the storm window up in the chicken coop, put the blocks in the crawlspace vents, build the first fires of the season in house and garage. Many batches of winter cookies have been made this week, Two cookies with afternoon tea is part of the winter here.
Not quite the same as ancient Celtic times when everything you harvested was what you lived on through winter. Not enough? Tough noogies, starvation and freezing were common deaths.
Our little village will close off its street, add a bunch of fun, merchants will dispense treats to the little trickers. Is it pagan to do so? Nah, just humans having fun, holding back the dark.