We are ALL Dr. Babooner
Dear Dr. Babooner,
Every year we have a wonderful Autumn tradition in our little town – a Pumpkin Festival that provides a lot of good old-fashioned fun for families from the surrounding area.
There is something invigorating about standing outside with a nice hot cup of apple cider on a sunny, brisk afternoon. The bright yellows, reds and rusts of the elms and maples frame a glorious display – the deep blue of an October sky, punctuated by crimson beams from police cruisers darting playfully through billowing clouds of tear gas!
Vivid piles of orange Jack-o-Lanterns dot the scene. The sharp, invigorating air is filled with the falling of the leaves and the rising of rocks, skateboards and buckets as they are petulantly hurled at a line of officers in riot gear.
“I love autumn,” I whisper to my sweetheart. I bury my face in the shoulder of his jacket to keep my eyes from watering. My ears fill with a chorus of seasonal sounds – the delightful crunch of the leaves, the determined scraping of a bamboo rake, and the insistent crackle of a bullhorn as the local sheriff orders us to disperse!
Dr. Babooner, I realize that not everyone fully appreciates the beauty of October, but I always come to harvest time with thoughts of gratitude for being able to witness a remarkable transformation. The bounty is in. The summer has surrendered. The landscape erupts with color. My car is upside down and burning on the street just a few feet from where I left it.
How can I help others embrace the wonder of this remarkable season?
Pumpkin Spice Girl
I reminded PSG that all beauty is in the eye of the beholder – defined not only by the things you see, but what you choose to overlook.
But that’s just one opinion. What do YOU think, Dr. Babooner?