Pumpkins, Apples, and yuppies oh my!!

The sun shinned for what seemed like hours as compared to the long dreary soaked bleak days we have been having for here in the land of weird new jersey. As the sun pierced through the bedroom windows and softly warmed my naked skin, I arose with excitement from the sound of my wife suggesting we go apple picking at the "local farm". Dressed with flannel shirt and my Jack Skeleton hat and harvest spice coffee in hand ,we were off like two children with minds racing uncontrollably piloted by a insane child with the anticipation of delectable autumn treats. Yes the season of Hallows Day ,the Feast of the Dead, the roads covered with oranges, reds and greenish yellows leafs all to be flown in the air like a tornado spinning with a fierceness as cars race through county roads, jack o laterns blaze with glowish bright orange sheen, ten year olds on bikes moving like hell's howling wind, all to arrive to the hubble of a local farm sporting Halloweens essence that would make Samhain proud. As I step out of our car with mud beneath my feet, the scent of apples from the orchards  rose up to meet what seemed to be mountains from a Tolkien novel brushed my nose triggering memories of what it is to feel this time of year, the feeling of cooler and shorter days and luminous moon filled nights and pumpkins and mums give my eyes a sense of new found sight and the sweet salty smells of the near by snacks give my belly a rumble of new found hunger.
We have arrived at the near by local farm, corn mazes, pumpkin chunk'n, apple picking, tractor rides and laughter of near by children, yes we were here. As it rained heavly the night before and my wife's foot being sore we decided not to apple pick but instead to head into the "store" section of the farm. Dodging strollers, over sugared children and late thirty and early forty Clavin Klein clad ,over accessorized with constant beeping of smart phone adults, my wife and I finally made it inside!
Apples, donuts and hot cider is all we wanted but instead we were greeted with near trip falls, line cutting, and over all inconsiderateness from adults who pushed and shoved for local farm home grown treats, who let their children simply eat drink without paying. Like playing rugby my wife and I made to the counter to pay for our apples leaving behind our home made cinnamon donuts like soldiers of casualty. We went yonder to our car narrowly escaping over priced and under use fullness suvs jumped into our car and breathed with a sign of relieve and wiping sweat from our brow as if we just escaped a horde of orcs.
Was this our relaxing Autumn Sunday that just earlier startled my memories of Autumn excitement? Was this the family day of enjoying each other and your time, the time that is so easy lost to work and always complained about? Did we just leave the one of many farms that who worked long hours with even longer days to provide all of us with food we so take for granted that we even take without paying? Are farms just amusement for our dull under appreciated life? How can we appreciate anything or any one when we don't appreciate ourselves and treasure those times with a sense of generosity of slowing down and truly enjoying the moment and respecting that moment to others? We preached the good word when the Christmas tree is up and the happy black and white movies are on but I say that is not enough, for every season of everyday is a  time to celebrate and cherish for yourself and others.