My Little Pumpkin Eater

Since it’s Halloween this week I thought little Miss Tinkerbelle would want to dress up.

After all, she missed last year’s party as she hadn’t even been born yet.

I’d picked up a gently used purple and green tutu that matched her collar perfectly at the shelter where I’d adopted her a few months back.

But as soon as I grabbed the tutu to place it around Tinkerbelle’s little belly, Tinkerbelle started screaming in terror.

I tried to be gentle, but sequins were flying faster than fairy dust as she leapt up into thin air.

I quickly ran into the kitchen to grab her a little treat to calm her back down.

But when I returned Tinkerbelle was already busy again on the loveseat showing me her newest trick.

It appeared to be some fancy form of pumpkin wrestling.

And she’d already chewed off part of the stem.

With some effort, I retrieved the poor, now pock faced Jack-O-Lantern.

Not feeling particularly festive I then told my pup, “You’re no Tinkerbelle!”

“In fact, you’re a nut.”

I smiled as I remembered my girl came to the midwest from Fresno, CA, where
one of the country’s most beloved nut varieties are grown.

“Hey Tink, I’m thinking I should re-name you Pistachio.”

I detected a tiny growl.

Maybe I’ll try a little turkey costume instead for Thanksgiving next month.

But if I do, we’ll definitely be skipping the homemade pumpkin pie.

Peace in a pasture

When you live in the midwest, you never take a warm autumn day for granted.

At least I don’t.

So I chose this Sunday to stop by a farm I’m very fond of to see some friends.

They immediately ran up the hill to greet me.

It was if I they had something to share.

So did I, but I spoke first.

“Hey friends, snow flurries are forecast for later this week!”

They took off in a tizzy, though still managed to share a couple of smiles.

As for me and their Newfie guard dog, we peacefully looked at the crimson and gold trees and sparking water below.

We weren’t going to waste even a minute with worry on this beautiful day.

“That’s what winter’s for, right?” I said to the Newfie.

I think he nodded in agreement.

He then very calmly nodded off.

And so did I.