We went out pumpkin picking in the country this weekend. Nothing heralds fall like the sight of hundreds of pumpkins resting in the fields….with thoughts of little Linus waiting among them.
We didn’t find the Great Pumpkin; but we found a day of fun and fresh air and sunshine that warmed our bodies and spirits.
One woman was searching in the fields. She had a metal detector; the familiar beep of the machine was a constant foreign birdsong in the air. She had lost her ring several days earlier in the pumpkin patch. She still hadn’t found it; we wished her well as we left. One cannot live in Gettysburg without knowledge of metal detectors and what they can find………
Things lost and buried a few days or a few hundred years ago.
Pumpkin patches return what’s lacking to some; they also hide what’s lost from others.
So, today…..I send the Intention of finding….
To Linus, in his quest for the Great Pumpkin…
To that young woman, out searching each day in the fields.
And to all of you…….may the Harvest bring forth whatever is your search.