A Forced March
It's pumpkin picking time. Around here, the few remaining farms that haven't been plowed under still invite folks to grab a wheelbarrow and go out to the pumpkin patch.
Everyone has their own idea of the perfect Halloween pumpkin. It's such a fun fall tradition. Leroy and I did it every year.
This time, I did it alone.
A forced march through the field of pumpkins with a smile on my face and tears in my eyes. Memories and emotions pointing the way up the dusty road and back toward home.
The pumpkins sit out in the yard now, on the ledge where Leroy would carve them a few days before Halloween.
I can't imagine doing that.
Not without his steady hand to guide me.
-- Laurie
7:00 AM ET | 10-10-2008 | permalink


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