...I made the pumpkin pie. The smell as it baked was sooooooo good, heavy and warm and spicy. It filled the whole house, smelling of Fall, at last, tantalizing my nose with promises of holidays still to come, hinting that the rich smell of turkey and roast beef will soon be here.
Nights cuddled up in thick socks and sweaters, hands cupped around a hot cup of Something, a rich soup simmering on the stove...coming soon to a Den near you...
And then the Denizens got home.
And now there is no more pumpkin pie.
But I did at least get one (1) slice of it before they hit it like a plague of very cute locusts and left me with an empty, pumpkin-scented pie plate...
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