Every year, for me, autumn evokes bright sunshine over crystal clear days.
Stepping out of the car with a view of not-too-distant mountains
And onto a farm called Cottonwood.
Surrounded by bright orange pumpkins laying on fields of brown and green.
Little boys getting lost in hay bale mazes while
Grown-up conversations happen on the sidelines.
Sheep.
Little boys wandering the patches looking for that perfect pumpkin.
Bright smiles. Squinty eyes. Aimless walks.
Then leaving to go home with our pumpkin booty.
This is inspired by a prompt from Write on Edge which asks to write a piece on what autumn evokes for you.
