Today a story in the local daily about pink pumpkins caught my imagination. I took the address down and went on the hunt for my pink pumpkin. I found it nestled among its sisters and brothers–not too big, not too small, plush but not obese —
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Goldilocks would most assuredly declare it “just right”. It now adorns my front porch, adding a note of whimsy to my fall decor. Its delicate colour appeals to my senses. And the bonus is that part of the price of the pumpkin is going to cancer research. Here, in haiku form is my ode to my pale pumpkin:
Plush pink pumpkin glows
Beside its orange cousins ~
Diaphanous wisp of fall.
Are you a fan of the original orange pumpkins or do you like to mix it up?
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