There was a little pumpkin
in a pumpkin patch.
He sat amongst them,
smiling,
Looking at his stash.
There were orange pumpkins
white pumpkins, yellow pumpkins,
And pink pumpkins too.
Perfect for a big batch
Of delicious pumpkin stew!
Tiny wee ones,
Ones with tiny tails.
All scattered playfully
Amongst the hay bales.
He is a precious little pumpkin
This beautiful baby boy,
Brought into this world,
Spreading great joy!
I love the colour orange.
Prehaps it’s because I’m Dutch, and orange is Holland’s national colour.
Prehaps it’s because, as a teenager, I went to see the movie, Clockwork Orange, with a girlfriend, and we laughed until we cried.
Prehaps it’s because September 30th, 2021, marked the first National Day for Truth and Reconciliation, honoring the survivors of the Residental School system.
Prehaps it’s because orange is the colour of fall, my favourite time of year. From green, to red, to yellow, to orange.
Prehaps is because orange is the colour of campfires. The orange flames, flickering, fluttering, warming the air.
Prehaps it’s because orange is so predominant in the early morning, and late evening skies. Lining the clouds with a beautiful glow.
Prehaps it’s because orange is the colour of Halloween. The happy faces, of candy filled tummys, yelling ‘Trick or Treat, Trick or Treat!’
Prehaps it’s because of the orange at the bottom of a Christmas stocking. The orange slices at a child’s baseball game. That tall glass of cold orange juice at the breakfast table.
Prehaps it’s because my favourite Farmers Market is closing for the season, which for me, officially marks the end of summer, that has me feeling a little Orange.
Groovy Tales of a Well Adult 