The spookiest season is still upon us, bringing with it all the wonders of this most beautiful season. Colorful, crunchy leaves, bright orange pumpkins, steaming mugs of hot drinks, chunky sweaters and cozy scarves – I love it all. Fall is nature’s gift to us, and I’m embracing it with open arms! Life has been stressful around these parts, as I know it has for so many of us recently, and I’m really trying to slow down, live in the moment, and soak in all of the many joys that surround me every day. There’s so much sadness in the world, so much cruelty and loss and misery, and thanks to the twenty-four-hour news cycle, it sometimes feels that you can’t get away from it. But there are still sweet little boys in rainboots, bright orange pumpkins, and crisp, sunny days, and that counts for something.
Time flies so quickly, doesn’t it? We’ve been visiting a local pumpkin patch with my in-laws for years now, and this sweet little toddler is now an active, opinionated, rambunctious, loud six year old who I’m sure will be jumping over the pumpkins on this year’s visit.
In the spirit of my little pumpkin-hunter, who just keeps getting bigger and bigger by the day, I’m sharing a spooky poem that’s more cute than creepy, by the one and only Shel Silverstein.
Happy spooky season, friends! Sarah Grace Tuttle is our Poetry Friday host this week.
Jane, those two pics shown together are so very bittersweet! Wow, how they grow. Thanks for the SS too. He knew how to put a smile on a kid’s face! xo
Yes, let’s enjoy pumpkins, crunchy leaves, and playful kids! I remember this Shel Silverstein poem. He was so good at turning things on their heads!
They do grow fast! Our daughters are 30 and 33 this year–gulp! I’m not the world’s biggest Shel fan, but this is adorable. Thanks!
What a sweet poem (and great pics of that little pumpkin hunter). Thanks for this bright spot in challenging times. Fall is the best!
Hooray for making pumpkin patch memories, and for this poem that always, always makes me smile. Thank you for sharing!
Love being reminded of this poem, Jane, & I remember your six-year-old when he was a “wee pumpkin”. Time chases the bitter and the sweet!
Ooooooh, that makes me giggle! Your pumpkin hunter IS getting big. Ack. Stay little a little longer, please, pumpkin hunter!
Oh Jane! My boys loved that poem when they were young!
Thanks for sharing the fun poem, Jane, and the wonderful fall photos!
A fun poem to remind us that perspective is everything…and everyone has their very own!
That’s such a sweet little poem, and those pictures — oh, my heart! The years do go fast. And you’re right, Jane: “sweet little boys in rainboots, bright orange pumpkins, and crisp, sunny days” DO count for something. They count for *so much.* ❤️
Jane, your little boy is growing up. The haircut and stance are clues that time passes quickly. Being in the moment is so important. Thanks for the poem that is delightful. Enjoy Autumn!