In just over a week’s time it will be Halloween and All Saints the following day. While in the market yesterday I bought a pumpkin. My grandson arrives on Thursday and leaves on Sunday, so will miss the actual day here, but I thought we could have a go at making a Jack o’ Lantern. My one little pumpkin is eclipsed by some marvellous pictures of a pumpkin festival on Earlybird’s blog at http://mangetoutetc.wordpress.com/2011/10/23/the-15th-pumpkin-festival/#comment-4598
The ghoulies and ghosties, trickies or treaties aspect of the feast has never impinged much on my life, but commercialisation has increasingly made me aware that children can have a lot of fun – or possibly scare themselves silly.
Toussaint, or All Saints Day is very important in France. Chrysanthemums in all shapes, sizes and colours appear even in normally non-flower shops. I imagine there are florists and nurserymen rubbing their hands with glee at the bonanza. French families vie with each other to perch pots of them on their family graves. A special day to remember the departed is to be lauded, but it saddens me to see the mountains of flower pots and dead plants which will inevitably be chucked out a few weeks later. They could so easily be re-planted in gardens, renewing the memories year-round.
And now I’m off to watch the Rugby World Cup final (France/New Zealand) on television. Jock is already there and making commentary-type noises.