Hurrah! Fall is here! (And, mog, how are your pumpkins growing?)

I am looking forward to receiving my copy of Bradbury's Masks edited by Donn Albright, before the All Hallows Eve spreads its dark shadows over my neighborhood.

It sure is!

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So THAT'S why they call it "fall".

Once again, that pithy wit shines thru!

Yes...that time of year again!

A few typical scenes in our neck of the words: Enjoy!

Morning drive to work ~ Morning drive to work ~ http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1421/572192237_a1458e4d74.jpg?v=0

Walk along nearby village stream or river ~ http://k53.pbase.com/o6/07/739407/1/73584460.YObjzRDi.AdirondackFallColors.jpg

Drive through the Adirondack Mountains ~ http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/PTGPOD/533...tains-NY-Posters.jpg

View of Mr. B's favorite fruit, plentiful in local Amish fields ~ http://lh3.ggpht.com/_HT-4KmroIyw/RYWgn84KHWI/AAAAAAAAA...O4xfEFk/DSC_2355.jpg

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And would you believe, I have misplaced my copy of The October Country? I think it was left behind when I moved. My ritual has always been to greet the first evening with a recitation of the intro. Now its gone, and I feel like someone has just stolen my Christmas tree, my Thanksgiving turkey, my Easter Eggs, and my Jack-O-Lantern. I feel like I've just slept through Halloween.

How did it go again? The one about Autumn People and Autumn thoughts, midnights stay and twilights linger? Anybody? Even the first line would be a tonic. . .

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Originally posted by Steve Dylag:
...I feel like someone has just stolen my Christmas tree...

You've had a grinch come into your house in the wee hours!

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Even the first line would be a tonic. . .

A medicine for melancholy?

...that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain...

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Originally posted by Doug Spaulding:

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Originally posted by Steve Dylag:
...I feel like someone has just stolen my Christmas tree...

You've had a grinch come into your house in the wee hours!

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Even the first line would be a tonic. . .

A medicine for melancholy?

In Ray Bradbury's story, isn't the actual thing, the object in Medicine for Melancholy described subtly as ...sex?

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Originally posted by Viktoria:
Hurrah! Fall is here! (And, mog, how are your pumpkins growing?)

Hi Viktoria! Mog the Dog here.

Thanks for asking. Unfortunately, a gopher nibbled at the roots of my pumpkin vines, killing some of them and their cute little unripe pumpkins. I ended up with two pumpkins, both of which are half the size of my watermelon.

Oh well, I'll get another shot at it next year.

MTD

Wahh-h-h-! mog, that's too bad! I was looking forward to a visual essay on your pumpkin to enjoy as I did the one on your watermelon. Dang those gophers! I forget the title of this film which I saw on TV last year about those people who are obsessed in growing those huge, lopsided squashes ("giant pumpkins," as they are incorrectly called). When I say "obsessed," I mean OBSESSED! I especially remember one lady who put a multi-layered circle of set mousetraps around her prize specimen, which she called "the Ring of Death," to protect it from scavenging mice. It was very droll, the whole film, and I hope to see it again this year. Better luck next time!

Just Googled it. That "giant pumpkin" film is called "Lords of the Gourd."

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Originally posted by Viktoria:
I forget the title of this film which I saw on TV last year about those people who are obsessed in growing those huge, lopsided squashes...

Amazing Stories also had a good episode on that subject.

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In Ray Bradbury's story, isn't the actual thing, the object in Medicine for Melancholy described subtly as ...sex?

I recall that the Medicine is a sexual one, for the Melancholy. One of the strange stories where Bradbury decided to use it comouflaged with all sort of metaphors.