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Pumpkins and change

October 25, 2020 //  by Kristine Bruneau//  Leave a Comment

Pumpkins are the herald of autumn, an emblem of the pastoral harvest, and a symbol of change. Their vibrant orange and slightly ribbed skin is stimulating, joyful, and energizing to see.

Long used for nutrition by Native Americans and livestock feed on farms, pumpkins are a utilitarian fruit. Now used as an ingredient in pies, soups, lagers, and lattes, they are also grown to mighty sizes, hurled in “Punkin chunkin” contests, and carved into Halloween jack-o’-lanterns. With roots in Irish myth, the pumpkin is featured in American folklore. Washington Irving’s “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” glorifies the notorious pumpkin as an eerie replacement for a man’s head — a story that continues to terrorize and fascinate us today.

The pumpkin is endearing and yet, presents itself as a curious thing to my four-legged companion. One recent afternoon, I gazed out my second-story window admiring the blue-gray sky and feathery, golden leaves fluttering on the ash tree. A movement below caught my eye: Star, the boxer, had dragged a ten-pound pumpkin by its stem into the middle of the yard and was gnawing on the gourd. Oblivious to her voyeur, she ran circles around the orb, pouncing on its hide like a great cat its prey. She nibbled the orange flesh, then spluttered the bitter bits. Instead of admonishing my little pumpkin thief, I marveled at the pure joy I witnessed that afternoon.

 

Days later, Star displays indifference to the humble pumpkin whose surface appears pocked and blackened with rot. Cold creeps in as days grow shorter. The gray squirrel hordes and scatters his food while growling and chattering as we walk by. It’s been a long time coming, but a change is gonna come.

Automn’s joy haiku

The purple leaf falls
Like a bird’s feather floating
Autumn’s joy explodes.

– Kristine Bruneau copyright © 2020

 
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Theme in Yellow – Carl Sandburg
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About Kristine Bruneau

For more than two decades, Kristine Bruneau has made a career from writing and marketing communications. Her commentaries, stories, and reviews have appeared in a variety of publications, including Daka Magazine, Democrat and Chronicle, Rochester Magazine, and Rochester Woman Magazine. A labor of love and culmination of her best work, she released her first book: Mommy Musings: Lessons on Motherhood, Love, Life. She blogs regularly at kristinebruneau.com where she explores themes of motherhood, mindfulness, creativity, and life.

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