Don't ask! I don't plan these things you know. No pumpkin in our veg box this morning and Mr GP had nicked the squash to go with last weekend's chicken. Sometimes One just has to improvise: ecologically, (the mini wind-up torch inside the orange), theologically, (the Samaritan woman's bucket) and totally illogically, (the handful of frost-nipped nasturtium blooms skulking in the background). Look - there's even a cat getting in on the act!
As for the mysterious light near the top of the picture, I've no idea where that one came from: I'd like to think it's to do with this:
|Christus Mansionem Benedicat, Epiphany House Blessing 2012|
For other All Hallows musings, who better to sum up the season than that poor, beleagured Archdruid Eileen and Antonia. Enjoy.
Dear me, my 'Christian' stance on Halloween really has mellowed over the years. On glimpsing a Harry Potter stand in the local shopping centre this morning, my first reaction wasn't : "Oh no, not Halloween again," rather "Crikey! I know that 'Holy Hogwarts,' like all of the Anglican Church, is trying to nurture younger calls to the ordained ministry, but this is ridiculous!"