After welcoming the Ancestors to cohabit with us for 48 hours until the wee hours last night, I slept late today and put a cramp in my plans for the traditional Samhain feast day. As such, I resolved to swap things around. The first day I would spend in the garden, burying the dead and generally tidying up, followed by the watching of Horror movies, the eating of popcorn and candy.
This pictures are from the burial part of the day.
I had four charges to bury today. Two of the three Trout fingerlings that we lost in the first 48 hours of receiving our new school (one has been lost to the lawn sadly); a badly deteriorated pig’s skull I had originally planned to use in Kitchen based practice; and the beloved canary that my boyfriend and I lost in December of 2012, capping off what was truly a horrific year.
Each of the deceased was given their own pot as a mausoleum, offered foods that would have appealed to them in life, and sent on their way with shiny gold coins for the Ferryman. Furthermore, their tombs were planted with Jonquil bulbs, Hollyhock seeds or Tree Onion fruit - so that they will be remembered with the blooming in Spring.
Prayers were offered with delicious smoke, libations were poured and sigils painted on the inside of the pot to guard and house their spirits.
Xx The Witch of Stepford.