I’m not particularly fond of this time of year. The season marks the beginning of an onslaught of sadness during times that should be overflowing with joy.
One need only open their eyes to the beauty all around. The leaves in the trees and on the ground (even the brown ones) look amazing.
I can’t help but smile when I admire the different varieties of pumpkins: small, gigantic, smooth and lumpy. They are all amazing in their own unique way. And the smile on my face has a way of softening the lumps I’ve taken on over the past many years. It’s nice.