Cavorting with Pumpkins, and Catherine

The bright globes are more than a symbol for Halloween to me: a strong connection to my childhood, the season, to my nationality and even my wedding. I can easily conjure their cut-open scent, the sweet-baked aroma, and the rotting stench on my porch as squirrels are destructively determined to rid me of this decoration choice!

Not one of my own today, but here is a favorite poem from my early days…

“I saw thousands of pumpkins last night
come floating in on the tide,
bumping up against the rocks and
rolling up on the beaches;
it must be Halloween in the sea”

Richard Brautigan, The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster

And I’ll be honest – I think of them cut up and menacing more often than not!

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Now go check out what Catherine has carved up – HERE