The Jack ‘O lanterns starting to rot on the front porch on November 1st always set the mood.
We are how deep in this strange, brief interregnum that stretches from Halloween to Thanksgiving week.
It’s the shortest season of the year: the late fall, pre-turkey, pre-Advent pause when it’s suddenly pitch black at five PM, there’s a bit of a chill in the air, and the squirrels are frantically burying their last nuts in the front yard.
It’s also election season. Daylight savings season. Property tax is due season. Last chance to take the SAT season. College app season. Starting to think about Christmas and how you will possibly put it together this year with the budget in tatters. Some kids start to cough, sneeze, some sore throats. Covid tests start coming out of the cupboards at CVS.
It’s the season of deathly hallows, full of harbingers of doom and actual disasters.
