She shakes a cobweb from her arm. At least she hopes it was just a cobweb and not a web with a big hairy spider attached. Shudder.
Thick vines cover the entry and she wonders if this is what the Prince encountered trying to enter Sleeping Beauty’s castle. No matter. Moving on. Stepping through the arch of vines, she enters the blog. Shadowy moonlight filters through partially exposed windows.
Samhain marks the end of summer, which we’re feeling even here in the desert, and the beginning of winter for the Celts, with the day after Samhain being the official date of the Celtic New Year.
Like all new years, a time of rebirth.
Tomorrow is also the first day of NaNoWriMo. We’ll see if the muse smiles on my attempt.
Here’s to breathing life back into this ol’ blog.