The real Great Pumpkin
(This letter was originally addressed to Linus.)Dear Editor:There is a day, each year, just after the big October windstorm strips the last of the leaves from the aspens and cottonwoods along the Fryingpan River, when our long drive down the hill to the school bus isn’t quite long enough.Pumpkins of every size appear along the valley. Grapefruit-sized pumpkins peek out of nooks in the red rocks, basketball-sized pumpkins perch on logs in the middle of the river and stand on the high perches over the road that are normally only occupied by bighorn sheep.My children are delighted by this phenomenon each fall; they wait expectantly for the pumpkins to arrive and discover new pumpkins each time we make the drive. They’ve counted about 12 so far this year, and say it’s like a Highlights magazine hidden picture game come to life, but instead of finding a telephone hidden in an apple tree, they find pumpkins hidden in plain view. So, Linus, I hope this will help you convince Charlie Brown that there really is a Great Pumpkin.Kate WheelerMeredith
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