The night is coming early now. The animals head for their homes around 5 pm. Twilight is nigh. In the distance the lone cry of a coyote can be heard, pitiful and mournful. Perhaps he lost his mate, or his family. Who cares for the coyotes? The farm dogs bark in answer and set off in a frenzy in the direction of the soulful howl, but they stop and do not proceed. Something they know prevents them from chasing him off. They listen and return to their night watch. It has rained all day, a much needed rain to quench the parched Earth. The moon is not visible behind the clouds, but the clouds are not angry. There is no storm, no wind, just a gentle rain, warm for this time of the year. Here on the farm, no little ones will venture looking for treats. No pumpkins are carved and no harvest celebration laid forth. It is a night of peace, solitude, remembrance of the loved ones who have gone on to the other side and a simple meal in gratitude. May your Samhain also be a time to relive a moment of time with one no longer part of this world, and in that moment, sense the gratitude for being part of your life. May you have a Happy Halloween!
Fluffy writes daily about the experiences on the farm and with the bed and breakfast patrons.