bitterdiva

Autumn in New

I love pumpkin seeds. I love pumpkins. I was like a kid again when I walked into the market last Sunday and saw that they were stocked with the big loveable symbols of fall. I danced up and down with a high-pitched voice yelling “PUMPKINS”. Then over the weekend I went to the Mart of Wal and saw lined up in a row numerous pumpkins waiting to be sold to a family so they could spend a moment of time cutting and decorating.

I may be a weird person, people would describe me as Goth even when clad in red and brown, but simple things bring much joy into my life: my cat, my roommates, my family, the sound of a British man, Harry Potter, and the living embodiment of Halloween. I’m not a Pagan, although I lean towards being one, and I probably would be one if I knew some Pagans around me that could give me the theology of such or maybe even a good book to read.

I have very few memories from my childhood but for the most part I can remember a lot of fall ones, especially ones of Halloween. I love to decorate my residence for the occasion. I love the smell of crisp cool nights, of the leaves that have fallen on the ground, and the smell of pumpkin guts as I scoop out the insides and I love the smell of pumpkin pie cooking in the oven.

In my car I have a Yankee Candle Car Jar in the scent of MacIntosh. The scent brings me back to times when I would sit at the table with my father while he peeled and cut apples for pies and cakes. I can see him sitting there in his jeans and t-shirt with a smile on his face and a gleam in his eye. We would talk about school, fall, and the holidays until the last apple was finished. To many the simple thought of seeing their father smile seems almost commonplace, but like I’ve written in many posts before, my father is not a well man and for him to smile the occasion is a pretty good one.

So I love pumpkins, I love Halloween, and I love autumn. I love the colors the trees turn, the brilliant hues of red, gold, and orange. I love waking up and going to a football game with a thermos filled with hot chocolate. I love craft fairs and fields of cornhusks. I love New England and all it’s majestic beauty. I don’t think I would trade locations with anyone. New England is too precious to me and I’ve had quite the life living here.

01:13 PM

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