According to my calendar, yesterday was the first day of Fall. I, however, didn’t need to look at my calendar to know the changing of seasons was upon us. The shorter days, the crisp air in the morning, the trees beginning to have hints of color, and the combines in the fields are evidence enough for me to realize, like it or not, Fall is definitely here.
This past weekend I decided to decorate my front porch to reflect this new season.
As Ruthie and I began placing gourds and pumpkins on the porch, our young, very inquisitive neighbor came over.
“What are you doing?”
“I am decorating for Fall.”
“Well, I just thought it would like nice.”
As I answered him, I continued to move the gourds and pumpkins around on my porch, until I was satisfied with their placement.
My answer was apparently not sufficient.
“Why does this make it look nice?”
Just as I was running out of answers, Dan, approached with a bale of straw. Now this REALLY through the young man for a loop.
“Do you have horses or something?”
“No, Buddy, we don’t have horses.”
“What is THAT for then?”
Before I could even begin to respond, Dan interjected.
“Buddy, someday you will have a wife, and she’ll ask for a straw bale. You STILL won’t understand what she wants it for, but you know it’ll make her happy.”
With all the understanding in the world, our young neighbor responded, “Oh.”
As I began placing the gourds, pumpkins, and mums around the straw bale our young friend continued to watch and talk to Ruthie and I. And when I was satisfied with the work I had done, I took a step back to admire it.
“Are you SO happy now?,” my young friend asked.
Yes, Buddy. I am SO happy now!
Only At My House,