There are things I wanted to do that I didn’t get to: attach little twiggy arms to better convey the terror and the “running”, squash up that sixth little pumpkin and have the big one eating it, take proper pictures of the rest of my decorations.
Given that I already know what I’m planning for next year (and to my surprise, The Boy actually got involved and stated passionately that he Really Thought We Should Do [his idea]) I’m not too worried about what I didn’t fully complete this year. I am super-excited about planning and building, and hopefully starting a little earlier for next year’s festivities.
(And no matter if everyone says it’s a crappy idea, I will be boo-ing my neighbours. So there.)
It was an excellent Samhain.
We got a whole mess of lingering outside work done (including laying down that landscaping fabric in the north bed!), made a very tasty rabbit stew, I got to dress up in costume for the not-nearly-enough children (maybe 20? 25?) who trickled by, and finished up with a walk past the Amazing Hallowe’en House on our street, just in time to see the details before she started clearing things up.
Today, the house is de-Hallowe’en’d (yes, already). We have a lot of candy left. My dad and I are starting our novels.
It’s been a really nice weekend of chatting and working in small bursts and great food. A great way to wrap up a harvest year.