I could not tell you why I am starting this post with a spider. It has nothing to do with The Pumpkin Fairy... outside of temporal proximity.
At the time, I was having a good run with spiders. We were meeting up (on a continual sort of basis) in a non-threatening (I'll stand over here, you stay over there) sort of way.
And of course, part of my way of saying hello to such a creature is to take a snapshot of it.
Nor am I convinced a subsequent conversation with a Straw Bale Unicorn put me in the mindset, as needed for further Close Encounters of the Magical Kind... as I'm pretty much always in that mindset.
You will please note the red eye in my computer drawn facsimile. I was about to take this Unicorn's photograph, when he said, 'That's not a good idea,' in a way that indicated that it wasn't such a good idea. Go figure. It turns out, Unicorns are good (like very good) at communicating threat. Later, I learned it is the Blue Eyed Unicorns which are friendly. Anyway, that's my story for why I don't have a picture of the Unicorn that I ran into during The Fall... and I'm sticking to it.
So like I said, it was Autumn.
And the world was doing what it does at that time of year.
Do you like it best Up or Down?
Eh, no matter.
While the world did its thing, we did ours.
You could call it Love... and you would not be wrong.
But that sounds sort of abstract. So, I'm inclined to clarify an aspect of Love... and make highlight of the intertwining of one life with another: shared moments, shared time, and shared projects.
NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!
For similar reasons as relayed concerning the Unicorn (those being that I do not want to be Haunted for life... and/or death), I agreed to delete the picture of the Trio of Ghosts just as soon as I had... not taken a picture of said Trio of Terrifying (if tiny) Ghosts, as that would just be impossible or as they said, '[It would] undermine their ability to maintain the appropriate level of mystery,' as befitting creatures from another plane of existence.
Once again, no picture.
And not even some computer generated stand in, as 'How can the inexplicable be rendered in any [symbolic] fashion.'
Also, I should mention (lest I seem like a bit of a cowardly wimp, considering their short -- nearly ankle-high -- stature), there were three of them and only one of me. So, things might have been different... if I wasn't such a nice guy... and they hadn't been so utterly terrifying.
And this is about where and when pumpkins entered my life.
Nothing special, right?
Just your typical Artsy Tableau (I might have the wrong word, there) executed with impeccable taste and style.
There is a Pumpkin Fairy in there (second image on the left, if you please)!
And from there, what more do you need to know? When the weather turned sour, she noticed the miniature pumpkins inside and sort of invited herself in.
I mean, I'd like to tell you of the fun we had. 'Oh, the scamp! The stories I could tell.'
But for the most, she busied herself dusting the pumpkins and watching worriedly out the window, lest some squirrel (or worse, another Pumpkin Fairy) made their home... in her home.
And then (to make an uneventful story even more uneventful), the weather turned once again, as it is wont to do (only for the better, this time). And off she went... never to be seen or heard from again.
Until she smelled a fresh Pumpkin Pie baking in the oven. But that's a whole different story, best saved for another day.
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