It's a bit spooky.
After a week of torrential rains, the day is bright and clear and breathtakingly gorgeous. Ararat and his little brother are covered in fresh snow and sit over the city like towering giants. The air is crisp, the sunshine warm and yellow. It could not possibly be a better day for our St. Martin's celebration.
We spent the morning pulling dead wood out of the yard to use in the bonfire. We set up dozens of wind lights outside. We set up the tables to serve the mulled wine. We defrosted Weckmänner and Zwiebelkuchen. We practised the play with the kids, and fumbled the coat sharing each and every time. We can work around that. In the end, both kids will have a cloak, and Martinus will ride off on his doug, eh, horse.
We ain't getting more ready. Tomorrow, you will hear all about whether hosting 60+ people in our modest abode was a good idea or not. Enjoy your Saturday!