If it ever stops being summer, we can hop in our red wagon and do some pumpkin picking. And apple picking. And other kinds of picking (acorns? squash? acorn squash?).
The autumnal equinox is tomorrow, for crying out loud, and it's still 85 degrees outside. Could we get a little fall around here?
It's not like I want to send Samson out in a little druid outfit to mark the victory of the god of darkness over the god of light or anything.
But it would be nice if he (and dada) could start wearing corduroys. Maybe a light sweater. Is that too much to ask for?
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Have you ever seen that Wal-Mart commercial with the lady pumpkin farmer who harvests her pumpkins and squashes and sells them all to Wal-Mart and single-handedly keeps her community afloat? Maybe she could use some help.
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