Monday, October 31, 2016
Yesterday we were shrouded in mist. The sky was milky and opaque; trees hulked in the gray distance like elephants. It was very Halloween-ish weather.
Olga explored the back garden in the morning and then we walked to the Heath. With our vision obscured and sound muffled, I could understand why this time of year developed a spectral aspect. Everything seemed a bit creepy. If ever there was a time to meet a disembodied spirit on the path, this was it.
That didn't happen, though. (Apologies to those of you who wanted a ghost story.)
Instead, I found a perfectly good terra cotta flowerpot lying on its side under a tree, still half full of potting soil. There was no plant -- unless it was the ghost of a plant -- and how it got to Hampstead Heath I have no idea. I picked it up and brought it home, and put a real-life plant in it.
I did finish "Swamplandia!" yesterday, which coincidentally featured some supernatural elements. I was lamenting a week or two ago that I hadn't chosen a specific Halloween read this year, but in fact, I did without knowing! I liked it in the end, once I applied myself.