Fall hayride

We waited excitedly for our neighbor's hay wagon to stop at our house. Finally farmer Bob pulled up and everyone rushed onto the wagon. Greated by our neighbors with cheerful hellos as we climbed abord. Everyone moved over to make room for more blankets and chattering children. We soon spied to basket of cookies and thermos of hot chocolate in the corner, everyone's face lit up even brighter. After a slightly frightening turn around by our house we started off on our fall hayride. We rode smothly past cows and pastures, and then bounched through the state forest with the sun glittering through the trees. Everyone was smiling and talking about school, their children and life. All was as bright as the day around us. Eventually we stopped in the woods and jumped out of the wagon to eat cookies and drink hot chocolate. "Lids for the little children to keep them from spilling on themselves," I was told. The sun was sinking slowly as we stopped at our house and climbed back down out of the wagon. Happy for having such a wonderful time, sorry to see it end. I jumped out last because I was stopped by our neighbor and my arms were filled with cookies. "I hope it is enough." She said. "I think it is," I said, I couldn't possibly have carried more. "Don't take them all!" Cried my friend Transformer. "Don't worry," we all assured him, "there are plenty more." Fall makes me think of plenty, plenty of sweet things that make my life cheerful and bright. Plenty of friends, plenty of cookies, plenty of love filtering in through the dismal parts of life.