Pumpkin Harvest Once Again

  FATHER by Frances Frost My father’s face is brown with sun, his body tall and limber. His hands are gentle with beast or child and strong as hardwood timber. My father’s eyes are the colors of sky, clear blue or gray as rain: They change with the swinging change …

Pumpkin Harvest: Storytelling Photographs

  journal entry: Grandpa likes to leave the pumpkins on their vines until the last possible moment. This year, the weather stayed warm well into November but the pumpkins were ready in late September. The Grandchildren keep track of the pumpkins and pick out their favorites. When it is time, …

Years and Years of Spooky Things

“Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen; Voices whisper in the trees:  Tonight is Halloween.” -Unknown- journal entry: I am quite sentimental about a lot of things.  I have collected a few Halloween decorations from “I don’t remember where.”  It can be hard to figure out what to keep …

Painting Pumpkins

“Grandpa, look at our hands.  They’re the same !” -Holden and Grandpa Painting Pumpkins- journal entry: It is October.  Pumpkins are ready.  All are harvested and lined up in the garden.  Children have opinions about pumpkins.  Once they have picked their favorites, I get out the paint and the glitter …

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