Wednesday, October 26, 2011

What could be more restful to a troubled mind than sitting in a pumpkin patch?

The warmth of autumn sun, the sound of falling leaves raining down from a cloudless blue sky, Surrounded by the ripening pumpkins and , off in the distance chickadees singing.

Time almost stands still, Pumpkins inspire us with their determination to grow. And at Halloween they inspire our creativity and competition. the jack-o-lanterns carved from the light our way with fierce, menacing or laughing face, and remind some of us years gone by.

Pumpkins are the stuff of fantasy, remember Cinderella's pumpkin coach, and the Legend of Sleepy Hollow.

Symbols of the harvest, they feed us well, pumpkin pie, pumpkin bread. the sweet and spicy taste of pumpkin butter, there are even pumpkin juice drinks.

But sitting there surrounded by a sea of giant pumpkin leaves gently fluttering in the breeze, with the warmth of the Autumn sun on your face, and the satisfaction of a job well done, helped by the big orange globes, of course, and so all is right with the world.

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