ALL’S RIGHT IN THE WORLD
Driving through the fields in a veil of mist, white whiskers streaming through and around the trees, droplets on every leaf and surface. Just as I reach the field, the sun burns the mist away and emerges in all its glory, reflected by hundreds of adoring copycats, peeping from under the green leaves. Pumpkin suns dot the ground, coyly covered in a blanket of green and yellow blossoms and to the right a waving field of broadly green, tall, tasselled corn. I bought two lagom big pumpkins for Halloween jack-o-lanterns and a handful of yellow squash, winter squash and zucchini....