The harvest day

Every year, at the beginning of October, N.P. invites people over to celebrate The Harvest Day. Family, friends, neighbors, business partners join all together to have a good time. He puts his house and yard at their/our disposal, he opens his heart and makes us have a day to remember. How not to go?

This is how I’ve spent my Saturday. I’ve left Bucharest at 11 and headed about 100 km north, where his vacation home is. There was an incredibly beautiful hot day - for an October day – just perfect for a roofing party with a lot of food, of course, like: appetizers, soups, barbecue, deserts, beverages, you name it. When we got there, out host took out of the oven baked pumpkin slices. The beauty of this particular party is one of its “rules”: nobody is serving you, you search - you serve yourself, no matter what, how much or in what order. You are free to eat, drink, walk the yard, socialize. Because, besides the culinary feast, there is the joy of meeting with old friends and make new ones.

Usually, our host dress in traditional clothes. And sometimes, guests are wearing them too, if they want, like this lady here:

This party is suited for kids too, of all ages. Here is a little boy tasting the grapes by himself and two little girls showing their love to a baby cat.

This is the family dog gone crazy by the smell of the food:

The party ends with lampions launching, it’s its tradition. It seems that it’s a habit borrowed from Asia. I’ve read that in China they are used at fests marking a new (Chinese) year. The lampions are made of colored paper and propelled with hot air, like balloons are. Here, at our party, each family launch one.

We watched the moonrise as we left.