Every Samhain is about autumn, and harvest, and friendship for us.

This year was also about puppies: this is Maggy.  She and her sister Molly moved in with Scaigheagh’s family.

And horses.  I particularly love greys and dapples.

Horses particularly love cider, and Scott.

(See that pole way in the background?  That’s the Maypole we raised last spring, and later that afternoon, it became part of a big old wickerman.  Fire.  We like fire.  )

But it was also a very important homecoming.  Arundel got to come home from Iraq for a few weeks.  It was wonderful to see our friend safe and home with his family and friends.  And, also, hitting his friends with sticks, wearing a sigil of his tribe that he can carry back across the world with him.

Care for your people, particularly your soldiers and sailors, and keep each other safe.  We play at war on the weekends, but some people have to really engage in it, sans rules and time-outs and do-overs.

Take care of your tribe, whoever they are.

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