After the greasepaint and malarkey of Saturday evening, I'm spending Samhain in quiet reflection. The house is quiet, the children are out doing their respective things, and I'm happy that they're happy doing just that.
Our home smells of cinnamon and orange and nutmeg, which emanates from the cider mulling gently on the stove. I chose to take today as my last day's holiday from work and Mr B and I have enjoyed a few precious hours out and about together with my parents; delighting in the beauty of the dying landscape, sampling a free (and most delicious) Crispin apple from the apple barns, browsing in garden centres and drinking coffee. Those simplest of pleasures in which I delight all the more because my days are spent endlessly behind a grey desk in a grey office. Simple pleasures such as these lift my spirit and let the colour back in.
We'd left a hearty beef stew bubbling away in the slow cooker; its welcoming scent enticing us back into the warm fug of the kitchen when we returned home. We'd bought some fresh crusty bread from the farm shop and this alongside a bowl of stew was both warming and comforting.
Now the candles are lit and I'm happy just to be; thinking with fondness of my beloved Nan who passed some years ago but who is with me always. I'm eternally grateful for what I now have - a home full of love and contentment. That may sound twee to those who take it for granted. After 20 odd years of turmoil, it's all I have ever wanted and I celebrate the fact every single day.
I'm in hibernation mode. An early Winter virus is laying me very low right now and I crave calm cosiness and quiet whilst my body fights off the lurgy.
Blessed Samhain to you all and a Happy New Year. May the gentleness of the season cleanse your spirit and and bring you peace.
I found this image on Photobucket - I can't say it any better really!