P patch

My garden has changed. The trees have been happily going to beddy bye byes, thus creating a carpet of leaves. The brisk Welsh breeze, has been loudly whispering in a cold and wet Samhain. Last night I robed myself and wrapped up in a large warm scarf to go witching in a pumpkin patch, where I attended a handfasting my daughter was officiating. The couple have been together for many years, so it was a loving renewal ceremony, proclaiming their love and commitment, witnessed by family, friends and acknowledging the Earth. While there, I found a really knobbly pumpkin that made me smile, so I brought it home. I’m going to a friend’s house today to pick up some plant pots, so we could carve a goofy lantern together (whilst eating lemon cake and putting the world to rights of course). Before I leave the house, I can see I’ll have to pick off straw and clean the mud off of the long velvet cloak I wore last night. You see, I unceremoniously plonked it all down on the floor on entering the house, along with other muddy garments. {{{giggle}}} I did let it all drag over the sludge of the drive, the mud of the pumpkin patch and through animal bedding in the barn. As for my boat-race, it looks well panda! My eyes still have the remnants of black and pink make-up I half-heartedly attempted to clean off last night. I mean, who when tired wants to faff and give their face a scrub, who wants to make skin sore? Not me! I’ll gently use face cream, that’ll fix it. You know what though, I’ve never seen so many versions of a pumpkin. They’re not all orange and just to use for lanterns. I’ve got a green one that apparently is going to be well sweet and will store for up to three months (I’ll have ate it by then though). “Happy Samhain” for tomorrow.

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Oh, if you haven’t remembered: UK peeps, you need to turn your clocks BACK one hour.

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