The first year we moved to Lake County someone mentioned as she breezed through the Kitchen that "The frost was on the pumpkin"
That was the first time I had ever heard the saying but ever since, it has marked the wonderful season of Fall.
Oh, She was immune to the daily toil, schedule and jobs that needed to be done to make sure that the pumpkin would bring blessings. After all these years, the simple proclamation of the frost on the pumpkin brings peace. Dear loved ones have passed away and as is the promise of God..."All things have become new."
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