"Writing is not for wusses."--Lynne Main
This time of year is just so orange. The colors, crunch of leaves, the feel of it, the chill, so warm with nostalgia. Don't cha' just love it?
Given the average size of a NYC apartment are people using these as bathtubs?
Where I live, there is a great tradition. Every fall, since the 1960s, around this time of year pumpkins start...disappearing from fields and porches. Then, on an appointed night around Halloween, the high school seniors gather at the end of our street -- the top of a really steep hill -- smash them, and slide down on the goo. It's actually in Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pumpkin_roll
Don't let a little girl sprinkle pumpkin seeds all over your back yard.One day you'll wake up and find huge vines have conquered your lawn, climbed over the fence, and taken over your neighbor's yard.
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