fridays with asa: autumn has arrived!

greetings, my fellow comrades!
i am elated to report that autumn has finally descended upon south carolina!  the harvest season is, without dubiety, my most cherished time of the year.  this morning, i enjoyed reclining on the front porch, surveying nature and relishing in that which autumn has to offer.  the trees were bursting with chromatic foliage.  i regarded them with such an unswerving gaze that my eyes abandoned focus.  the intense shades of red, yellow, and orange blurred together like a kaleidoscope. 

then i closed my eyes and inhaled the woodsy aroma of crunchy leaves as they baked in the fiery sunlight.  a chill trickled down from my neck as a small gust of wind danced around my body.  i silently thanked my blue hooded sweatshirt for enveloping me in an embrace of warmth and comfort.

conceivably, i could have remained in this peaceful state for the day in its entirety, but a soft voice broke through the reverie in my mind.  there remained, after all, important work to be accomplished.  it was my duty to thoroughly inspect the two members of cucurbita mixta which my parents had purchased from the farmers market.

the taller specimen i found to be sturdy and structurally sound.

while the shorter specimen was pleasingly plump and rotund.

a fastidious watch over my prized pumpkins was undoubtedly required.  one never knows what evil lurks.

bah!  i spy you, squirrel.  i shall not allow your irksome self within the vicinity of my pumpkins.

be gone, pest!

after many hours of intense labor, i felt my fortitude giving way.

in utter desperation, i called out to my mom.  "i languish from thirst and hunger.  a steamy mug of cider and a biscuit, i beg of you, please!"

my restoring sustenance arrived with but a moment to spare, and i, asa, returned to my post, ever vigilant of that nettlesome squirrel skulking in the shadows...

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addendum:  my mom has asked that i convey to you her colossal surprise with regard to booker and my dad's covert post and creation of project gingerbread man.  she has daydreamed about her own baking business for eons upon eons.  (admittedly, i exaggerate this point, but i believe you comprehend my meaning.)  my mom is most grateful for your kind words of encouragement.  thank you for your support!