by germinatrix | November 3rd, 2010
Halloween is my favorite time of year. I love everything about it – the costumes, the horror movies, the haunted houses, the candy. But my favorite thing is pumpkins, all lit and glowing, in my front yard garden on Halloween night.
I have an illustrious group of friends who come over and carve – even though at a certain point, scooping out all the guts isn’t REALLY what you want to be doing when you are having cocktails! Still, they always persevere and help me put together a beautiful display on Halloween night.
It’s all about the light.
The orange light gently licks the garden, teasingly, tenderly – even though the source is a ghoulish orb grinning like a devil. Or maybe because of it…
Plants are barely lit – they whisper in this light – their silhouettes are strong; dramatic. No matter what is carved on the gourd, the light washes the plants nearby and lends them something special, it is like they are sharing a secret.
It is a more intimate space, where we have to look closely and risk getting scorched. It is fragrant – a garden that smells like holiday pie. It is fun, silly, delightful … and then it is gone. The magic of candles and pumpkins and flickering light is so fleeting, it is almost sad. As soon as the last flame is blown out on Halloween night, I think about the next time the garden will be this alive in the dark; this hotly scented, with dancing plant silhouettes, and this undulating, pulsing orange light that makes the world seem full of magic. Not soon enough for me.
XOXO your Germinatrix