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.
ah ah bientot le soir de la Grande Citrouille ;)) (j'adore les Peanuts)
ReplyDeleteDefinitely the feel of Fall. Nice shot.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of the breakfast for dinner that I consumed last night......you know eggs, sunnyside up?
ReplyDeletei always love your trips down memory lane!
ReplyDeleteI'm waiting for awhile before I buy my pumpkins. Decided to cook them this year, too, before other urchins steal them and dash them to pieces on the street. Luckily they aren't big enough for boys to toss at girls!
ReplyDeleteSomething tells me there is still a streak of mischief left in you today.
ReplyDeleteYa think?
Deleteyou had to be quite the neighborhood imp - but in a cute way. :)
ReplyDeleteAhhhh, Sleepy Hollow. My favorite Halloween story of all time. It was almost like waiting for Christmas, the anticipation to watch it on Disneyland, you know, before the Wonderful World of Disney. Back when the opening was of Daniel Boone (Fess Parker) and the river boat men, Adventure Land etc. The newer cartoons are okay and one make with humans isn't bad either but the original takes them all. Not only that, it says New England for some reason.
ReplyDeletei wonder if you use that paper bag as your avatar because you've "lost your head".
ReplyDeletePumpkins, the vegetable that signals the end of the growing season and the coming of winter. The sleepy Hollow story is a variation of Irish folklore, but in Ireland they carved turnips and lit them to ward off evil spirits on all hallows eve. The pumpkin was more available here and replaced the turnip.
ReplyDeleteI love this time of year: the crisp weather the wonderful colors. Nice shot.
ReplyDeleteI love that story. Nice shot too.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful decoration!
ReplyDeleteLéia
What does your psychiatrist say about this?
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