We got through Samhain without incident, but with far fewer kids than expected.Samhain, or Halloween, marks the transition in Irish lore between Autumn and Winter. Traditionally, All Hallows' Eve was the night when the portal between us and the nether world opened. All kinds of monsters and goblins would roam the earth, looking for victims to bring to the nether reaches, so people would stay inside or disguise themselves to be unrecognisable. No headless horsemen appeared on our land.
But the leaves dropped and the vineyard took on its winter appearance. A few support poles snapped in the last storm and a few branches broke off the vines, mostly Solaris. So Alex pounded in new stakes and trimmed broken vines, while I pruned the roses that had grown to nine feet tall. At least we finally had one morning of sunshine to work in. Otherwise, the weather has been miserable and more to come.
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