When Grampa John and I lived at our farm in Red Lion, PA our neighbor across the hollow grew pumpkins by the side of his house. He trained the vines to climb up the side of the house. It was exciting to watch the pumpkins get bigger and bigger as they sat atop the roof of the house. They were Orange Royalty, or seemed so to me. They reminded me of Cinderella's coach.
The birds that perched in a line along the water spouting at the edge of the roof were like coachmen awaiting their assignment to drive the coach off into the land of fairy tales.
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