Autumn is the time of year when the air gets hazy and nature takes on a mantle of brown, orange and purple. It’s fun to get out the artificial pumpkins, the scarecrows, and the garlands of fall leaves. Summer, you are hereby banished, replaced by cooler weather, and everywhere you go small piles of burning leaves scent the air with smoke.
When I was growing up a local carpet company had a wonderful fall display in their parking lot consisting of a waterfall, complete with pumpkin patch, corn shocks and bales of hay. During our annual visit my Dad told us that if we looked close enough we would see Indians seated around their blazing orange campfires. I never saw any teepees, or much less any Indians, but the pumpkin patch was a sight to behold, row upon row of bright orange pumpkins just waiting to be carved.
