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?
Crisply,
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?
Arboretum at the peak of color.
Then we went out to buy him and his sister their pumpkins to carve this week. Halloween, it seems to me, is the exclamation point to summer. 
Trail Baboon 