The Pumpkin Patch

In the field

that I  drive by each day

is a field of pumpkins

waiting to meet their makers for Halloween.

The pumpkins are round and orange and golden and they are full of sweet smelling pulp and slick smooth seeds.

Any day now the field will be decorated with scarecrows, the farmers will set up tables and serve warm spiced apple cider and hot chocolate and I think you can get your face painted before or after you pick your pumpkin.

I think the choice is yours.

There is  so much excitement in that field, on those days when people show up to drink warm cider, get their faces painted and pick out that perfect pumpkin to carve, to shape to mold into their vision, to tell their story about Halloween.

The  pumpkins are hallow, they are empty, they are lumps of cool white marble, softy gray clay waiting to meet the artist who fill them with dreams and candles and give them a voice with a story to tell.

The pumpkins are empty, I’ve heard people say, until they are filled with our dreams of Halloween.

In the field

that I drive by each day

is a field of pumpkins

and sometimes I roll my window down

and I think I can hear the wind

I hope it’s the wind

that sounds like a chorus of screams.

Daily Addictions Prompt: CAPACIOUS

Pictures By ME!

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Purpose.

We all feel better when we have one but nobody really likes being told what to do.

My purpose is to write and take care of my cats and dog.

My dog thinks I’m the most awesome thing in the Universe, so having that be my purpose isn’t so bad.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I like trains.

For the most part they are on time and the ride is comfy.

I can’t say that for the cruddy bus system I rely on, seriously it sucks where I live and I’m going to start driving more.

If you have a problem one more car on the road, sorry.

And if you tell me to ride a bike or Uber it, I swear to GOD I’m going to egg your house this Halloween.

PHOTO A.M. Moscoso

This looks like a giant duck eating a giant piece of bread.

This duck would take your head off if you tried to shoot it.

It’s my favorite found art in the ENTIRE world.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

An abandoned toy helicopter at the train station.

Almost everyone who saw it slowed down to look at it.

A little boy wanted to pick it up but his Dad said it belonged to someone.

Who does it belong to, I wondered and why would they give up a great toy like this one?

 

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