With Thanksgiving passed, we considered removing the autumn ornaments from the backyard garden. But before the pumpkins and scarecrow could be removed, Christmas decorations burst forth from their confines and began proliferating within the home. This brought on the discovery of an over abundance of Santa hats.
My Bride began to remove one to the thrift shop donation bag in the garage when the lonely scarecrow in the middle garden caught her eye. "Do you think this would fit him?" she queried. "I'll can try it and see." I replied.
I journeyed the 30 feet to his garden plot, placed the hat on the old crow, stood back in awe and began to laugh. Not only did it fit, but he looked perfect for the season.
The next morning, as I prepared for church, my attention was drawn to the dawning sun rays and the sparkle of morning frost. As I gazed further out, low and behold, our old friend, Mr. ScareCrow, bore a layer of frost on his hat. It introduced the merriment of the season for me right there in our backyard; a frost covered Bumpkin, and the inspiration for this poem. I don't recall the events of the day or the pastor's message but by Monday evening the poem was complete. Enjoy the adventure of our Bumpkin.
