Simple Things Sunday

We carved pumpkins yesterday, and as we carved out big smiles and pulled out chunks of goop from inside, I kept thinking of Calvino’s Cosmicomics:

“How well I know! The rest of you can’t remember, but I can. We had her on top of us all the time, that enormous Moon: when she was full–nights as bright as day, but with a butter-colored light– it looked as if she were going to crush us…..There were nights when the Moon was full and very, very low, and the tide was so high that the Moon missed a ducking in the sea by a hair’s-breadth. Climb up on the Moon? Of course we did. All you had to do was row out to it in a boat and, when you were underneath, prop a ladder against her and scramble up….Now you will ask me what in the world we went up on the Moon for; I’ll explain it to you. We went to collect the milk, with a big spoon and a bucket. Moon-milk was very thick, like a kind of cream cheese. It formed in the crevices between one scale and the next, through the fermentation of various bodies and substances of terrestrial origin which had flown up from the prairies and forests and lakes, as the Moon sailed over them. You had only to dip the spoon under the scales that covered the Moon’s scabby terrain, and you brought it out filled with that precious muck.”

“Precious muck.” That pretty well describes how I feel about pumpkin insides with their slimy goop and their seed gems. So I guess we can pretend this is just a bowl full of moon milk.

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