There is no direct connection between Sleepy Hollow and Halloween of course. But the bountiful nature of the autumnal harvest season oozes over the pages of that short story. I mused before on the connection between abundance and fall that must have existed in the minds of our agrarian forebears. Fall is fun for us, a nice season, even nostalgia. But there must have been a time when fall was harvest and harvest was life itself. At least if it was a good harvest.
Plus, already this fledgling nation was showing signs of prosperity and abundance rarely seen in the annals of human history. Ichabod gets this. As he wanders his way toward Katrina's homestead and his fabled night ride, he's more than aware of the wonderful abundance that Fall has bought to the countryside. Sometimes I think an age in which the sight of fruit pies and apple orchards could invoke such pleasure and gladness would not have been a bad age indeed. Not that I begrudge the advancements, but perhaps we could find ways to turn back to the important pleasures without having to jettison everything since the steam engine.