Posch, you pervert.
May Eve is days away, and you're writing about Samhain?
What are you trying to do, wreck us?
Au contraire. (And let me point out that our Southside friends and family are preparing for Samhain as I write this).
It's just that this new (to me) idea is so elegant, so true, that it simply won't wait.
This time around we began site preparation, and removed the standing stone that will be the centerpiece of the shrine, from its immemorial bed in the coulee (ravine) wall. The Bull Stone has now begun its long journey across the coulee and up the side of the hill.
But that's another story for another day. (Stay tuned.) In the process, we chopped down a number of young trees, both to clear the site and to provide us with rails and rollers.
You can't move a 1000-pound stone through the forest without doing some damage. Iacchus, Sweetwood's priest-in-residence and caretaker, remarked offhandedly that it's the custom there to offer at Samhain on behalf of all the lives that one has taken during the course of the year.