It is October now and we are well into autumn. This morning, walking out to the car it felt distinctly chilly, all the dead leaves scattered across the drive. The Ted Hughes Poem "October Dawn" perfectly catches the slow shift into winter.
October brings a special tradition into our life as it is the autumn Station Mass which is held in the home of one of our neighbors. It is an old country tradition where a mass is said in the chosen home and afterwards, sandwiches and cakes are served. I always fare poorly at the table in front of the neighbors as I do not (cannot) eat a piece of each and every delicious cake that is offered to me. It is a special night, because in some parts this tradition is dying out. It is great to keep contact with everyone who lives down our narrow rural road. Our priest remembers those who passed away from the area, and usually reminds us that some time sooner or maybe later, it will be us.
On a more upbeat note, Halloween is also coming. I pulled out my worn bag of children's drawings, half burnt skull candles, and plastic skeletons to decorate the house with! I want to dress up as a witch definitely, if only my two sons didn't find it horribly embarrassing.
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