It's autumn, election year, and the neighbors of Oakwood have decorated their lawns accordingly: Obama, McCain, Obama, McCain, Obama, McCain--with a few Rices and Quinns spattered throughout. Opposite these lawns, in an island of grass that demarcates the two one-ways strees I take to and from campus, local troops and companies have erected competing scarecrow exhibits. There are pumpkin heads operating on a dead body in a cemetery; pink butterfly pumpkin heads announcing breast cancer will soon be defeated; a mute Boo Man Group.
The air is cold and smells of sweet-crisp dead leave. I've always loved fall. Glad for the change of season and the change of mood that comes with it.
Hi Sweetie,
Good to have you back on your blog. I too love the fall season the best. You know the highlight of my up and coming xcountry trike episode will probably coming home for your wedding. Hey to yer man. Luvya. Grandpa
Posted by: Walt Pierce | October 20, 2008 at 01:49 PM
Hi Bethany! I agree with you - yeah fall! I heard tonight from your beau tonight. Looking forward to seeing you both again real soon. Keep up the blogging! Uncle Mark
Posted by: Mark Pierce | October 21, 2008 at 07:54 PM