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Pumpkins for Everyone

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 StarbucksGreen Pumpkins20081014.  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. 

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The Beginning of Fall

Tree in Driveway

It takes many years for a tree to grow to any kind of height.  People walk past it and ignore it until it has the ability to become a beauty.  An autumn surprise.  Animals know it is there, they are more in tune, the squirrels run up and down looking for food and a place to stay.  This tree really has no use.  It is just there you can walk to it to get a little shade and you can study it if you have time, but for the most part, it just blends into life.  It takes a red or two to make it important to people.  It takes one of God’s seasons to make it better than ever.  If you look close you can see people, generations of people walking down the road.  Some of them holding hands and in love, others running from and to somewhere.  The tree knows them.  It sees them everyday.  A Sunday spent in great joy.

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