This shit is easy peasy, pumpkin peasy, pumpkin pie, muthafucka!

I guess I’m just feeling Septemberish,” sighed Chester. “It’s getting towards autumn now. And it’s so pretty up in Connecticut. All the trees change color. The days get very clear―with a little smoke on the...

…dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins – now the crows own the field…

Fall makes me think that if I fail horribly at this art thing, and then fail horribly with this writing thing, I’ll go run a pumpkin patch.