Halloween Dreams


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Down the road from where I live

is a field where they grow  golden orange pumpkins.

After the seeds are planted and the field is watered, nothing happens. There is just a big  brown patch of dirt sitting there doing nothing.  It’s obvious though that  it’s a well cared for patch of dirt.

And then like magic-but looking more like an alien invasion, the vines spread across the field.  Their quiet runners reach up towards the fence next to the railroad tracks but they never quite make it that far because of the trench that is full of gray, muddy water.

I guess that’s for the best, ‘ditch pumpkins’ doesn’t  ssound very festive.

As one month moves into the next the pumpkins get bigger and before you know it, there are pumpkins of all shape and sizes and shades of orange as far as the eye can see, just waiting to be harvested.

This  year though, the fields that should be full of golden pumpkins was plowed under and if  you didn’t know better you would think that they were growing  Canadian Geese  instead of pumpkins, because the empty field is full of grey geese sunning themselves, walking around and watching the trains and cars roar by.

There are no pumpkins, growing in the field down the street from where I live,

There’s just an empty swath of land, where Halloween Dreams used to grow.


Blue Sky


Seattle Washington
Photographer Unknown

The last day I remember being able to see the blue sky and the last time I remember breathing fresh air was just after Labor Day.

After that the fires came and the power went off and the smoke was here.

It felt like it had always been here.

But on Friday it rained and this morning I saw this little patch of blue sky.

I was pretty excited about that.

The funny thing is that now it seems like the that rolled around on the ground and filled the tree tops and covered the sky was a million years ago.

I don’t know if that’s a good thing. It doesn’t do any good to pretend things are peachy keen when they are not.

But sometimes I think we need a little break  from those smokey dark days that roll into our lives through no fault of our own.

Maybe that’s what I got this morning, I caught a break- the sky was blue and I felt peachy keen.

Photo A.M. Moscoso