Beale, bunny, babe et watermelon

Nice warm afternoon bannering and leafleting against the U.S. robotic drones that are killing so many these days and specifically against our own little multi-million dollar slice of the war machine, the Global Hawk. We were few but representing many geographic areas and peace affiliates. The word is spreading and people are realizing we need to exercise our rights not to be rabbits waiting for the hawks to take us out... see Toby as precious pink bunny below.
And speaking of precious, here is my own Orien. She showed up rather abruptly but it is a treat no matter what the occasion. In this case she needs to get the Vulcan "Live Well and Prosper" fingers a little more crisp but otherwise she is a wonderful Trekster.
Once again I was forced by the garden to use a watermelon for my pumpkin but I like its scary (bloody) innards that shine out into the night.
While I don't take the commercial Halloween too seriously I do appreciate the Day of the Dead and the sense of winter closing the door on light and warmth. In the radiant stillness something quieter emerges, a clearer link with that larger space where all life and death reside on a continuum. I heard a guy on radio say about gardening- the plants die back of contentment when their season is done. It's that contentment we seek in the living, in the searching, in a "good death,"as well as in the spirits of those who have gone before us who we sense out this time of year. Not by any fool's errand Global Hawk but by our own listening, in silence.