I suppose it was bound to happen.
A few days after Lúnasa, I take a community elder out to do some shopping. Dismay and delight take hands and dance in me as I notice that they're already stocking the Samhain candy.
(Delight because my nostrils quiver at even the slightest scent of Samhain; dismay because, well, it's freaking Lúnasa, for gods' sakes.)
When does the Samhain shopping season officially begin? Well, I guess we know.
Call it Samhain creep. I suppose we should be grateful it hasn't got as far as Midsummer's yet.
(Buy now: avoid the Samhain Rush.)
Every pagan fantasizes from time to time about what that bright, shiny New Pagan world of the future might look like.