We bought a pumpkin at the store…the prettiest one we’ve seen
while we’re in the mountains…it’s our nod to Halloween.
“Where should I put the pumpkin?" I asked, for even at pumpkin decorating I’m unfit.
“Why not ask the pumpkin.” Deborah said. “Where she would like to sit”.
“I’d like to sit on the stairway outside the front door.” She said with a big old pumpkin grin…”Where you can see me when you go out and I can greet you coming in”.
“A place I can feel the crisp, cool morning air…would be enjoyable…would be fun….
In the same spot I can watch the shadows and feel the warmth of the mid-day sun.”
“Where I can listen to the birds, see the animals, watch the trees in a light wind sway.
Where I can witness the color of the leaves change a little every day.”
“Where I can watch those same leaves fall…turning over and over again…
Where, if I am lucky, I’ll catch one every now and then.”
So that is where we placed our pumpkin…
in her personally requested space
and that is why
without a bit of carving…
our pumpkin
has a smile on her face.
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