#Bia has the right idea about how to truly enjoy a roaring #fire in the middle of a #snow storm. (at The Valley)
It was a luxuriously cool, #rainy #fall #day, and the #pumpkins were strewn about like marbles on a kitchen floor, lacking any sense of order or even division between those pumpkins still intact-and those who hadn’t managed to survive the brutal force of some previous child’s shoe.
The children descending from the hay-strewn tractor’s trailer in a flood of shrieking, flailing excitement didn’t seem to care.
They darted gleefully down haphazardly curving aisles revealed clearly to them only by their desires, and frosted over with a liberal dose of imagination.
Gradually, the shrieks faded. The field grew silent. Heads bowed, as if in prayer, the children moved purposefully, yet randomly, each seeking his or her own varying version of perfection.
Laughter inevitably followed the attainment of this most tangible form of perfection, as glowing orange orbs were hefted over small heads by tiny hands and carried proudly to a waiting parent.