Gorgeous orange autumn leaves drifting down into the forest woodlands pool of water as fog begins to drift in among the trees in the distance. - DdO:) - Rippling reflections of the old key subject tree.
"I give you the key to my pumpkin," said the Scarecrow to his love. "Your pumpkin? Everyone knows that the heart is a pump-kin about the size of your fist. My pumpkin beats only for you, my Love." And then he kissed her.