We have three big days before the biggest one on December 25th and they've locked those into
their heads, ready to tick them off in the next few weeks. Allergic though I am to the darker days that are now upon us I really love the light we do have, I relish lighting candles relatively early and I appreciate how the girls have got Martin into the routine of making hot cocoa for them before bed, I adore how I sleep better when the nights are pitch black. I love Hallowe'en for a lot of reasons, a big one being how it brings light and activity into the darkness. My two got so much out of it this year and, judging by our lack of leftover chocolate on the first day of November, so did the trick-or-treaters who graced us with their presence.
My favourites are the ones who have been told to sing a song or recite a poem in exchange for the treats but I am grateful for every one that makes the effort to visit, especially in costume. I revel in being part of their night eventhough there is no real effort to be made on our part, they're only at the door for a minute. It's such a pleasure to advertise that your house is open for trick-or-treaters and, in a matter of hours, you've met the local children and have nodded at their parents waiting in the cars. The literal light those callers bring is fantastic: Torches, lanterns, flashing Sam Brown belts. I turned the outside lights off a couple of times so we could appreciate it all. It's a party without any cooking or cleaning. I'd take Hallowe'en over Christmas any day but this year I began preparing back in June so I'm taking it in my stride.
I did these two paintings recently:
The one of the sheep was inspired by something I witnessed recently that I want to unsee and the one of the house by all the starlight, half-light, twilight, high light, sharp light, moonlight and blinding light that draws my attention to the sky these days.