Here at the bottom of the world, you get used to being half a year out of sync with the majority and most of the time it doesn’t even matter. Our May Day is a little more dismal than that on the other side but we win January/February hands down; you say Spring Equinox, we say Autumnal…you get the idea. Having experienced two “proper” Christmases in our lifetime, we can definitely see the benefit when it comes to lighting displays and stowing figgy pudding – and making sense of those Christmas card scenes – but we also like our the long, temperate Yuletide holidays falling so wonderfully at the end of the calendar year (it just makes sense) during which the world pretty much stops for six or so weeks because everyone’s “at the beach”. Six of one, half a dozen of the other.
But one calendar milestone has been irking Farm Girl…Halloween. No, she has no desire to do the whole dress-up-trick-or-treat thing. As a concept it doesn’t really work with our way of living and if there’s any treats lurking in the Homestead pantry, we want to know what’s wrong with them. No, it’s the whole pumpkin carving thing that annoys her. Carving up a pumpkin in October in New Zealand is just not going to happen in this house. Seasonal eating? I don’t think so.
So, when a monster kamo kamo was spotted peeking out of the tangle of a front garden it was decided that Halloween would come early – or late – to the Homestead.
First plans were drawn up
Then the scooping and sculpting began
Currently our meal times are presided over by a slowly crumbling Jack o Lantern peering through the window at us
Because sometimes that six month difference really does matter.