At Lakeview Farm Pumkin Patch in North Plains, Oregon...
Morning dew evaporates from a pumpkin in the sunshine and I am reminded of one of my best memories of the earliest part of my Gen X childhood - the first time I carved a pumpkin with my family in the late 1970s. The top came off, the jack-o-lantern's face was carved,
the smell of fresh pumpkin wafted into the air, and the seeds were roasted in the oven.
That moment held within it everything that was good about autumn.
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