The big­gest of bless­ings

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“As Hal­loween ap­proached last year, I made a special date with my 6-year-old grand­son, Will, to go to a pump­kin patch where he could pick the big­gest, grand­est pump­kin. But when Will caught a cold, our plans got pushed back, and by the time we fi­nally went, only small, dis­col­ored pump­kins re­mained. The gray-haired farmer who owned the patch eyed us as Will hung his head, dev­as­tated.

“As I stooped down to hug my grand­son, I saw the farmer walk back to­ward his house. I dried Will’s tears and bought him a cup of hot cider as con­so­la­tion. But when we re­turned to the car, we were shocked: A huge, per­fectly round pump­kin sat by the car door. The only pump­kin left like that had been the head of a scare­crow dec­o­rat­ing the farm­house porch. ‘Wow, looks like the pump­kin fairy paid you a visit,’ the farmer said from be­hind us. Will squealed with de­light as emo­tion snagged in my throat. I nod­ded at the old farmer and then smiled as I glanced over his shoul­der at the head­less scare­crow on his front steps.”

—Sarah Hamm, 59, New Hope, PA

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