The biggest of blessings
“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