We went pumpkin picking the day before Halloween, tipping
our hats to a holiday in which we are now quiet by-standers. The few kids who used to trick-or-treat on our
busy street have grown up, and we didn’t expect visitors. Still, our daughter, who makes good use of
her hands, decided it would be fun to carve a pumpkin. The
grocery stores had already dispensed with Halloween
decorations in order to make room for, gulp, Christmas, so we headed across town to a fund raising pumpkin patch which was still doing a brisk business.
On the way out of the grass parking lot,
home was to our left across a long line of traffic, so driving daughter took a right. “We’ll take the
scenic route,” she said, which meant a five mile detour past
the ocean. Oh, I have trained her well. She may have regretted her decision though, because her mother had a camera, the air was thick with moisture and
the sea still. But she’s used to me, going so far as to suggest visiting a place where the photos could be optimum. Even she agreed there's a lot to be said for a lighthouse that appears out of the mist, as if floating on air...
A lobster boat and a backdrop displaying our college colors (Purple and gold)
And a short-sleeved fisherman reflected on the water.
We didn't have a single trick-or-treater, but pumpkin came out well, don't you think?
