Here we are at the final House of the year. Intersting that it begins on or about Halloween/Samhain (at least in the Northern Hemisphere)/Days of the Dead, etc. and ends with the New Year at the southern solstice.
This whole period is my favourite time of year in the part of the world where I am, as the nights encroach on the day, the squirrels are fluffier than usual, and out en masse, the spiders are weaving huge egg sacks (bus shelters are popular – who says spiders can’t read?), the pumpkins come in from harvest, and the scarecrow is that last thing standing in the field. Likely crow-ravaged on top of it.
Interesting, considering this isn’t the time of year I was born or conceived.