Age and Beauty

This morning I went to the Pumpkin Show in Circleville. It's a large festival. They cook all things pumpkin. Pastries, candy, ice cream, pies, as you would expect, but it goes on, burgers, chili, sloppy Joes, you can even have a pumpkin shooter in a bar. I wore my party hat, a bowler I bought at an auction. I always get complimented on it. I had on my pumpkin beads, like marti gras beads. It was a beautiful walk through Circleville. It was raining lightly, but I had a big black umbrella. After I admired the giant pumpkins, I ate pumpkin chili and bought souvenirs. Walking back to the car was like being in a dream of age and beauty. I walked by beautiful Victorian homes, stone, brick, wood with ginger bread, beveled doors and windows. The wet streets were gleaming and gold leaves were blowing around me. The scene was so beautiful and evocative, I was lost in reverie.