Good morning! Happy official beginning of winter if you live up north, or summer if you live south of the equator. Samhain marks the end of the harvest and the beginning of the dark, cold months.
Keeping the theme of the Jazz Festival that is going on around me here in Ireland, we’ll mark the birthdays of two saxophonists; Illinois Jacquet (1922) with Flying Home
and Booker Ervin (1930) with No Private Income Blues.
We’ll also mark the Halloween tradition of carving pumpkins by admiring the work of the NASA show-offs.
And here are some photos of the Halloween Parade in Galway Ireland.
However, I should point out that if you are hearing tales of how Halloween is an Irish “Samhain” pagan tradition imported to the USA, that turns out to not be accurate. Irish historian Liam Hogan has a very good post here about the origins Hallowe’en: Customs, Myths and Messiness. TL;DR: although there was an agricultural cycle festival in Roman Gaul, most of this festival, its origins and its trimmings are Christian.
Over in Poland catto-doggo relations have entered what appears to be détente, but Hili assures us there are no hostilities.
A: Have you quarrelled?
Hili: No, but everybody needs some privacy sometimes.
Ja: Pokłóciliście się?
Hili: Nie, ale każdy potrzebuje czasem trochę prywatności.