Prize Pumpkins

We were outside, wandering about, waiting for our farmer to tell us when to hop in the Chevy and start helping with the hay.  Camera in hand, strap around my neck, I quickly glanced to the back pasture just as I had done dozens of times in the past week.  This particular time my eyes landed on something just orange enough to catch my eye.  In my dress and Converse sneakers I quickly began to make my way toward the back fence.  Gingerly I bent down low and held up two of the barbed wires with one hand, holding onto my dress with the other.  Moving as slow as molasses I maneuvered my way through the sharp wires of the fence, all the while saving my fresh haircut, shaved legs, and dress from any nicks or cuts.  A true feat for any farm girl. 

I approached the orange bulge and almost couldn't believe my eyes! Not one, but two tiny prize pumpkins sat waiting in the back pasture, surrounded by muck and manure.  I quickly twisted their gnarly stems off the vine and started shouting for the girls.  They came running, their hair streaming behind their backs, their long legs flying, their eyes aglow with excitement. 

These prize pumpkins seemed to have grown just for this one moment for this one day to say "welcome to October!"  I imagine there's wonder 'round every corner if we'll only look hard enough.