Halloween’s a special time. It’s the time when the veil between our world and the afterlife is thinnest according to Celtic tradition. We dress in costume to fool the ghosts and ghouls who walk the earth for one night each year. So don your cloaks, get out your wands and keep you black cats close.
From ghoulies and ghosties,
And things that go bump in the night,
Good Lord, deliver us.
THE GHOST OF A FLOWER
“You’re what?” asked the common or garden spook
Of a stranger at midnight’s hour.
And the shade replied with a graceful glide,
“Why, I’m the ghost of a flower.”
“The ghost of a flower?” said old-time spook;
“that’s a brand-new one on me;
I never supposed a flower had a ghost,
Though I’ve seen the shade of a tree.”