I like this birdbath found at a local garden. Whenever I see pumpkins this time of year, I can't help but be whisked back to Miss Storer's classroom and my first reading of "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow". When we finished it, all I wanted to do was to go find small pumpkins that I could hurl at unsuspecting, neighborhood girls walking down the wooden path behind our house. My aim was never very good with the small, orange orbs, so they splattered against trees nearby. Not too scary. The girls weren't too afraid either. They were screaming, yet smiling, running down the path on their way home. I still have a bit of the Icabod in me and a lot of the 'hidden' Brom Bones.