Autumn in Maine

The first three weeks of September, 2006 I visited my sister at her home in Maine. The weather was warm and sunny and the trees had started turning brilliant shades of reds, yellows, and oranges. We took several automobile drives to view the glorious folliage.



On one of our drives we went past an odd-looking and humorous spectacle alongside the road near a farmhouse. There, bent down facing the shrubbery, was what looked like a young farmer with his pants pulled down. We stopped the car, got out, and took some pictures of what turned out to be a figure stuffed with straw, cloth, and two large orange pumpkins placed inside the back of his pants. We had a good laugh and told our friends when we returned to my sister's home.