As I drive, I am attracted to houses decked with pumpkins, leaves or even scary things that I don't like. They seem to be sending a warm sort of message to the world . . . A beckoning invitation to join them for their celebrations.
I fear the day when the fingerprints are gone and the squeals of joy no longer accompany the fall ritual of unloading the orange boxes. Don't come too soon!!!
But, today, I have the squeals, the helpers that put things in the wrong places, the excitement, and the feeling that I am sharing happiness. Mannheim Steamroller thunders in the background. Witches fly overhead in halls, greet guests at the doorway, and sit in trees. My signature crows are placed everywhere, over doors, in trees, on the dining table . . .
The festive atmosphere makes us feel like dancing.
Those without partners ask the ghost of John, our music prop for years, to dance. Fall is here.
I like the long white bones
ReplyDeleteagain, i envy your decorated house, but i do not fear the time when the "day when the fingerprints are gone and the squeals of joy no longer accompany the fall ritual of unloading the orange boxes"
ReplyDeletefor you, my dear, that day will NEVER come!you have too youthful a soul for that. they will be different "helpers that put things in the wrong places [and different] excitement," but you will share with grand-kids, neighbor kids, or even the little kids housed in your own self that assist you in giving joy to all around you.
(i dont know if that makes sense now that i reread it, but im letting you take a whack at the interpretation)