the great pumpkin

My Father used such great terms of endearment, words like “pumpkin” – “sugar” – “honey” – and at this time of year, I am reminded how utterly charming and whimsical nature becomes. The tendrils do create such beauty as they seem to be grasping for our attention. Rather than think scary thoughts, I am thinking magical thoughts of pumpkins as stage-coaches and Autumn as a time of gathering up love in it’s endearing ways. Try calling someone you love “pumpkin” and see how they react.
Is everything around you all things pumpkin? Bring a little spice to your weekend or better yet, a great pumpkin.