The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Saturday wind was blustering musically through porch chimes, whipping the hanging dogwood leaves on their branches like clothes on a wash line and ballooning sails of white clouds across gray skies, in the way white horse caps froth over the sea. Sending them racing one upon another, shadows trailing like banners, into an unexpected opening of blue expanse, a window into sunlight — and mocking predictions of dark cloud cover throughout the day. It was as if the morn had caught and flung wide the page of the calendar marked first day of fall. Then decided to initiate the season with a whoop. All this drama for what had been foretold as ordinary and gloomy (all day, the weather reporters insisted) — it somehow lit an indefinable excitement, like a campfire catching flame and warming hands and heart.
I slid into the driver’s seat and headed for the new store around the corner for some British-style crumpets to toast, some cashews to make Chinese chicken for dinner, maybe a colorful flower or two from inviting buckets. And there, out front by the tunnels of apple-red store carts, a pumpkin fantasia overflowed and spilled out and celebrated as if hailing the start to Autumn as a party and stirring up that image of little ones jumping into gold leaf piles. Panoramic glass fronts mirrored cloud racers overhead, forming backdrop like velvety theater curtains in windows.
Ohhh… “This’ll teach you to carry your camera!” – I chided inwardly, and decided on impulse to just dash home and back with it. Maybe to capture an ordinary, yet not so ordinary display… an indefinable something scooping me up in it like a kite taking head to the wind.
A feeling of wondering upon unlooked for… village gaiety.
Strangers following in behind me waited of their own volition while I snapped. I returned their smiles, nodded thanks.
Pumpkin-a-looza… the whimsical banner flounced on the wind, sparking grins all round.
Deluging all in a wave of the nostalgic charm Trader Joe’s exudes even on a nothing in particular sort of day.
Sometimes heaven’s smile comes tripping over us as brightly streaming ribbons, to dash away the gloom, sent through the creative work of another’s hands.
Mm…Even in the designing of a quaintly charming pumpkin-a-looza kickoff to fall. 🙂
Um… fantasy pumpkins? 🙂
© Pam Depoyan