The pumpkins pulled me in

It was the pumpkin wagons that pulled me in. I just couldn’t resist the look of wooden wagons loaded with pumpkins.

Mark said we brought our children here a few times. And although I remember many years of visiting pumpkin festivals and pumpkin farms, I don’t have a clear memory of this exact place.

In the past we focused all our efforts on finding the perfect pumpkins, sometimes out in a field where they dotted the land from their decaying vines.

Yesterday I focused on the vibrant colors. All the colorful mums, variegated gourds, and bright orange pumpkins saturated my vision—it was like when Dorothy stepped into Oz.

This particular farm does a top-notch job with displays that draw casual passers-by in, like ourselves.

Actually, we stopped here briefly the day before for some apples on our way home from the Fernald Preserve (more on this later). I was tired from shooting a lot of photos and didn’t even get out of the car, but the loaded wagons of pumpkins called me back.

So we brought Arthur this time, who thought he had died and gone to heaven.

Nature’s bounty is amazing. The small pumpkins and gourds fascinate me.

In addition to more apples, we left with a trunk full of mums and pumpkins. How could we resist?

Hula and fire dancers

We went to a “Hawaii Alive” luau show while we were in Kauai. The directors, Wallis and his wife Shana Punua follow the legacy of his parents Victor & Ku’ulei Punua who taught and performed Hawaiian music and dance for 60 years. Their Halau (school) has received recognition as an invitee to the prestigious Merrie Monarch Hula Competition.

It was a soul-stirring performance.

Dancers in colorful rich costumes danced modern Hawaiian dances as well as the traditional dances that have been taught from woman to woman, or man to man, through the ages. Because of this preservation of tradition and culture through dance, I felt transported back through time. How long ago were the native women of these islands telling these same exact stories with hand and body motions set to the stirring song of the Hawaiian drums?

The women dancers were beautiful, graceful, sensual, and energetic. The men danced with unrestrained vigor and passion.

The native language, instruments, costumes, dance movements and fire flames all combined to create a rich cultural experience.

Leaving me to wonder, what is my culture as an Anglo American descended from primarily Germanic traditions with a bit of England, France, Scotland and Ireland thrown in?

Hot dogs, apple pie and Chevrolet?

Thank goodness the government didn’t let Chevrolet go under.

(I have a couple of very cool pictures that I can’t figure out how to transfer from my I-pad to my blog. Check back later. This blogging-from-an-I-pad has it’s challenges. I am looking forward to being settled in front of my laptop once again. Thank goodness for the comforts of home, or I’d never want to leave paradise.)