The dreaded pumpkins are back. It is not that I don’t like them, I do. I also like pumpkin pie and pumpkin spice latte from Starbucks. I love fall and everything it offers. Now of course , is when the jackets are worn full time outside and there is no getting by in the middle of the day. The pumpkins mean Halloween is on it’s way and I find that dreadful. It ruins the fall for me as it is a day I do not like. As a child I never liked it and I did not see a purpose to it. There was nothing loving about it and all that really happened is damage with soap bars and things that got broken. I did my time getting dressed up and walking the neighborhoods, but I found it much more agreeable to just sit back and watch. I was Zorro one year and another a cowboy, but as I got older it became a ghost or just simple things and all was lost for me. I did not mind taking my siblings around and being the big brother. I just did not want to do it.
I carve pumpkins now because the Grandkids like it and it is enjoyment. To see their faces at what they drew or carved, it worth every minute. I guess the real reason is that it signals the end of my special time. The cold becomes more biting and not as friendly. I will hang on to fall a little longer and try to smile when someone says treat or treat.