Halloween is one of my favorite holidays, not for the commercialized, gorey/slasher/horror movie fiasco it has become, but for it’s agrarian roots with the Celtic tribes marking the end of harvest and the beginning of the dark season, winter. Their name for it was Samhain, which means Summer’s end. It was a time to stock up, to hunt, to slaughter livestock to feed families all winter. It was also a time when it was believed the door to the “otherworld” opened enough to let dead souls pass through into the world again, and some of these were harmful. The tradition of wearing costumes for Halloween may have started with this, as people tried to disguise themselves from these harmful spirits. When my kids were little we did all the modern traditional Halloween things, costumes, trick or treating, etc. But now that they’re grown and gone, I will be celebrating Halloween as the end of summer, end of the harvest, a time to celebrate the bounty of my garden, the eggs and meat my chickens give me, the rich, sweet milk from my goats, my freezer full of grass fed beef and pastured pork. I am ready for winter. Life is good!