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How quickly Samhain came and went. We spent it under misty redwoods by a roaring bonfire, amongst friends and children in a fantastic majickal grove. Kids piled up to watch old movies inside whilst the parents partied on with red wine and old song.


The pumpkin patch is just a dusty memory now, and all the great pictures I took have been narrowed down to this sweet handful. Click the Flickr button for the whole set.


My big Horsey Girl was mesmerized by gourd, and would have slept with it but time was running out. She carved it right away and we enjoyed its maniacal gaze for several nights. (Those pictures are still on the camera...*sigh* and I didn't even get one of Little P. in her red hood.)


The pumpkin King is dead.
Long live the king!