autumn magic

by Bill Tiepelman

Little Keeper of Autumn Magic

In a quiet corner of the enchanted forest, under the dappled, golden light of autumn, sat the "Little Keeper of Autumn Magic," a pint-sized elf with a big attitude. She may look sweet, with her wide eyes and innocent expression, but don't let the adorable hat fool you—she's got a bit of a bite. This autumn, her job was to watch over the pumpkin patch and make sure none of the forest creatures got too enthusiastic about their seasonal snacking. Every year, the deer, squirrels, and the occasional overzealous hedgehog would tear through her precious pumpkins like kids at a candy shop. The Patch Patrol So there she sat, on her little tree stump throne, swinging her boots in the crisp autumn air. Her hat was as big as her attitude, brim overflowing with autumn leaves, berries, and what she would tell you were "the very essence of fall." (She had a flair for drama.) She even fashioned herself a little stick she called the "Rod of Righteous Reprimands," which she waved at every passing critter with suspicious eyes. “Oi! You there! Yes, you, fat-bottomed squirrel—step AWAY from the squash!” she shouted one afternoon, brandishing her stick. The squirrel paused, mid-pounce, looking from her to the pumpkin with a mix of guilt and confusion. “Don’t give me that look,” she said, arms crossed. “Just because you’re fluffy doesn’t mean you’re sly. I’ve got my eye on you.” She pointed to a small pile of acorns she’d left out as a peace offering. “Now, you can have those, but touch my pumpkins, and you’ll answer to me. And trust me, that’s not a walk in the woods you want to take.” A Visitor in the Night One chilly evening, just as the sun was setting, a particularly large raccoon came sniffing around the patch. He was the size of a small bear, his eyes glinting with the unmistakable gluttony of someone who thought he’d stumbled upon an all-you-can-eat buffet. “Oy!” she yelled, hopping off her stump and stomping over, stick in hand. “Where do you think you’re going, pal?” The raccoon froze, his tiny paws clutching a miniature pumpkin. They locked eyes for a moment, and the raccoon did what any guilty forest creature would do—he doubled down. With a haughty chitter, he crammed the pumpkin into his mouth and stared her down, unblinking. The elf narrowed her eyes, one hand on her hip. “Alright, big guy, you wanna dance?” She pointed her stick at him dramatically. “Because I am in no mood to lose another pumpkin to a creature with hygiene standards so low it thinks a garbage can is a five-star dining experience.” The raccoon, however, was undeterred. He gave her a slow blink, finished chewing his ill-gotten pumpkin prize, and sauntered off, tail flicking behind him in defiance. “Unbelievable,” she muttered. “The nerve of these woodland hooligans.” She stomped back to her stump, muttering about the “downfall of forest society” and the “moral corruption of raccoons.” A Fateful Encounter The next day, a handsome young fox sauntered into the clearing, sniffing the air. Now, the Little Keeper of Autumn Magic would tell you she was far too busy to be interested in romance, but she couldn’t help noticing his elegant tail and the debonair way he looked over the pumpkins. “Good evening, miss,” the fox said smoothly, with a little bow. “Might I sample one of your gourds?” She blushed, adjusting her hat. “Well… um, as long as it’s just one. And… you know, you’re respectful about it.” The fox winked. “Respect is my middle name.” He picked out a particularly plump pumpkin, and she watched him nibble it with uncharacteristic bashfulness. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a sneaky squirrel making off with a gourd while she was distracted. “Oi! Get back here!” she shrieked, abandoning her conversation with the fox to chase down the wayward thief. The fox just chuckled, finishing his pumpkin in peace. “Quite the little keeper of autumn magic, indeed,” he murmured, watching her dart after the squirrel with her stick held high. And the Magic of Fall Rolls On As the leaves continued to turn, the elf maintained her vigilant post, armed with her oversized hat, her fierce spirit, and her trusty "Rod of Righteous Reprimands." While the forest creatures occasionally got the better of her, she always managed to restore order to her pumpkin patch—more or less. It was her own chaotic little kingdom, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. After all, there’s magic in the mayhem, and if autumn wasn’t a little wild, it just wouldn’t be autumn at all. And somewhere in the background, a certain fox watched her antics with an amused twinkle in his eye, patiently waiting for his next chance to charm the Little Keeper of Autumn Magic.    Bring the Little Keeper of Autumn Magic Into Your Home If the charm of our “Little Keeper of Autumn Magic” has enchanted you, bring a touch of her cozy woodland world into your own space! Whether you're looking to decorate for fall or simply love whimsical art, these beautiful items make it easy to keep the spirit of autumn close year-round. Wood Print: Add rustic charm to any wall with this artwork printed on durable wood, perfect for giving your space that cozy, magical vibe. Tapestry: Make a statement with this enchanting tapestry, ideal for transforming any room into a woodland wonderland. Tote Bag: Take a little autumn magic with you wherever you go. This tote bag is both practical and charming, a perfect blend of art and functionality. Throw Pillow: Cozy up with the Little Keeper herself. This throw pillow is a delightful way to add a touch of whimsy to your couch or favorite chair. Whether you're decorating for the season or looking for the perfect gift for a friend who loves a bit of fantasy, these pieces capture the essence of autumn magic. Embrace the cozy vibes and invite a little bit of woodland wonder into your life!

by Bill Tiepelman

The Harvest Watcher

The Harvest Watcher’s Halloween Havoc It was Halloween night, the one night when The Harvest Watcher, a tiny elf with a sass level rivaled only by her height (about three inches, but don’t tell her that), had to keep a sharp eye on her pumpkin patch. She loved her job, really. Guarding pumpkins was her calling. But tonight, the forest felt different. The wind howled louder, the trees seemed darker, and somewhere in the distance, an owl hooted in a way that sounded suspiciously like laughter. This wasn’t just any Halloween—it was the full-moon kind, and every nutty ghoul and clueless mortal was about to waltz right into her patch. “Not on my watch,” she muttered, cracking her knuckles and adjusting her hat, which was festooned with berries, leaves, and enough autumn flair to put a Pinterest board to shame. She had barely settled onto her favorite stump when she heard a rustling in the bushes. Her heart sank. "Who goes there?” she called, her tiny voice echoing with a surprising authority. Out of the shadows slunk a group of costumed kids, about ten of them, carrying flashlights and candy bags already half-full. “Look, there she is! The forest elf!” one of them squealed, pointing right at her. Oh, for pumpkin’s sake. The Harvest Watcher sighed. She was hoping for at least another hour before the Halloween thrill-seekers showed up. But there was no stopping them once the stories got out. She glared at them, hands on her tiny hips. “What do you think you’re doing here? Don’t you have houses to egg or candy to steal?” she demanded, her voice dripping with annoyance. “We’re looking for the legendary forest treasures,” one particularly bold kid declared, flashing an annoyingly toothy grin. “We heard the elf would grant us a wish if we found her!” The Harvest Watcher snorted. “A wish? The only thing I’m going to grant you is a swift kick in the keister if you touch a single pumpkin.” But the kids only giggled, clearly unbothered by her threats. “Alright, last warning, kiddos,” she hissed, grabbing her trusty staff—a tiny twig but enchanted to pack a punch. They weren’t scared, so she figured it was time to give them a taste of her power. With a flourish, she waved her twig-staff, and the pumpkins began to glow with an eerie orange light. Their carved faces twisted and grinned, and the forest seemed to whisper, "Turn back…." Most of the kids screamed and took off, but one stubborn kid—the one who probably still believed in Santa at age fifteen—stood his ground, staring her down. “I’m not scared of you, tiny elf!” he taunted. “I’ll just take this pumpkin here and…” Before he could finish, the Harvest Watcher flicked her fingers, and the pumpkin he was reaching for came to life, sprouting vine-arms that wrapped around his legs. “HELP!” he yelped as he struggled to break free. The vines held firm, dragging him backwards as his friends yelled, “Leave it, Todd! She’s real! Run!” With a smirk, The Harvest Watcher released him, and he bolted after his friends, his dignity left somewhere between the forest entrance and the nearest pumpkin. Good riddance. She dusted off her hands. But the night wasn’t over yet. Far from it. Just as she was about to settle back down, she heard another rustling sound—this time from behind. “Please, let this be another raccoon in a witch hat,” she muttered, turning around. But what she saw made her jaw drop. Out of the trees sauntered three full-grown adults dressed as vampires. And not the classy, “I-hung-out-with-Dracula” type vampires. No, these were the bargain-bin, black-lipstick, ripped-fishnet-wearing kind. And judging by the bottles in their hands, they’d been celebrating since sundown. “Look, it’s the elf,” one of them slurred, leaning on his friend. “The one from the legends, right? If we catch her, we get a… a… prize or something?” The friend shrugged, mumbling something about how they “didn’t come all this way to get spooked by a forest pixie.” The Harvest Watcher groaned. “Alright, boys, turn around and head back to your party. I’m not here to entertain drunken vampires.” But they kept advancing, circling her pumpkin patch like wolves around a chicken coop. “Fine,” she said, cracking her knuckles again. “You want a Halloween scare? You’ve got it.” She chanted a few words in an ancient elfin tongue, and suddenly the pumpkins erupted into a roaring blaze of orange and green fire, illuminating the forest in an otherworldly light. The three men froze, their faces pale under the flickering glow. But that wasn’t enough for The Harvest Watcher. She flicked her wrist, and one of the pumpkins sprouted legs, hopping over to the lead vampire and letting out a tiny but menacing roar. “AHHH!” he shrieked, dropping his bottle and scrambling backwards. “And don’t come back!” she yelled after them as they stumbled and tripped their way out of the forest, half of them babbling apologies and the other half screaming about “demon pumpkins.” By now, the forest was quiet, and she was almost ready to call it a night. But Halloween had one last surprise for her. From the shadows, a cloaked figure emerged, small but dignified, with a pumpkin head carved with an elaborate, toothy grin. “Watcher,” he said in a low, gravelly voice. The Harvest Watcher narrowed her eyes. “Jack. You’re late.” Jack-o’-Lantern, the spirit of Halloween himself, shrugged. “Busy night, you know how it is. I just wanted to stop by and thank you for keeping things in order here.” “All in a night’s work, Jack. But you owe me. These mortals are getting more obnoxious every year.” Jack chuckled. “Fine. Next year, I’ll send you some reinforcements. Maybe a few werewolves to liven things up.” He gave her a wink, his carved face casting eerie shadows in the moonlight. And with that, he vanished into the mist, leaving The Harvest Watcher alone with her pumpkins and the lingering smell of cider and firelight. She gave one last look around her patch, satisfied that she’d held her ground. “Happy Halloween,” she whispered to her pumpkins. “Now rest up…there’s always next year.”    As the night grew quiet, The Harvest Watcher finally leaned back, content that her pumpkins were safe for another Halloween. But for those who wished to bring a piece of her pumpkin-protecting magic home, she’d left behind a few enchanted treasures of her own. Celebrate the spirit of Halloween year-round with The Harvest Watcher collection, available in charming forms: Throw Pillow – Bring cozy, whimsical charm to your space with this delightful pillow featuring The Harvest Watcher herself. Puzzle – Embrace a magical challenge and piece together this enchanting autumn scene, one pumpkin at a time. Tote Bag – Carry a bit of Halloween magic wherever you go with this sturdy, stylish tote bag. Tapestry – Transform any room into an autumn forest with a tapestry that captures all the whimsy and wonder of The Harvest Watcher’s realm. Whether you're a lover of Halloween, a fan of fantasy, or simply want to enjoy a touch of fall magic, The Harvest Watcher collection is here to bring a little enchantment to your everyday life. Happy Halloween…and remember, keep an eye on your pumpkins!

by Bill Tiepelman

The Harvest Hoot: Owl’s Autumn Adventure

In the heart of the forest, where the trees were ablaze with autumn colors and the ground was a patchwork quilt of crunchy leaves, there lived a very peculiar owl. His name? Well, he didn’t really care to tell anyone his name. To most of the woodland creatures, he was simply that owl, but to himself, he was known as Archimedes—a name he had plucked from a dusty library book left behind by a lost hiker. Archimedes wasn’t your average owl. Sure, he had the usual owl trappings: feathers, big eyes, and an annoying tendency to hoot at inopportune moments. But what really set him apart was his love for all things autumn—and not in the basic, pumpkin-spice-latte way. Oh no, Archimedes was a full-on fall fanatic, with a weakness for harvest festivals, crunchy leaves, and most importantly, pumpkins. It was mid-October, and the annual forest harvest festival was just around the corner. Naturally, Archimedes was feeling pretty smug. Every year, the animals gathered for the big event: there were the squirrels showing off their acorn-hauling skills, the foxes running their speed races, and the rabbits competing in some highly questionable pie-eating contests. Archimedes, of course, had long since declared himself the “Pumpkin Patch Overseer”—a completely self-appointed title that no one bothered to contest. Feathers, Pumpkins, and a Hat “Looking good, Archimedes!” a chipper chipmunk called out as she scurried by, her cheeks stuffed with what appeared to be at least twenty acorns. “Love the hat!” “Obviously,” Archimedes muttered, fluffing his feathers. He was indeed sporting a rather dashing autumn hat—a little number he’d “borrowed” from a scarecrow in a nearby field. It was adorned with miniature pumpkins, berries, and even a few fancy feathers. Not that he cared about aesthetics, of course. He wore it for functionality. Yes, it kept his head warm… in theory. “Nice hat,” another voice chimed in, this time from a passing rabbit. Archimedes let out an exaggerated sigh. “Why, thank you,” he said dryly, “because what I really needed in my life was more commentary on my fashion choices from woodland critters who don’t even wear pants.” The rabbit blinked, then shrugged and bounced away, muttering something about owls and their attitudes. The Pumpkin Problem As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow over the forest, Archimedes turned his attention to the real reason he had chosen to oversee the pumpkin patch: the pumpkins themselves. These pumpkins weren’t just any pumpkins—they were enchanted. Every year, on the night of the harvest festival, something strange happened in the patch. The pumpkins, for reasons unknown to any of the animals, glowed with an eerie, otherworldly light. Some said it was magic. Others blamed it on the squirrels messing around with leftover fairy dust. This year, Archimedes was determined to find out what was going on. He fluffed up his feathers and perched proudly atop the biggest pumpkin he could find, ready to keep watch. Or at least he would have, if a gust of wind hadn’t sent his hat flying right into a nearby thorn bush. “For crying out loud,” he muttered, hopping off the pumpkin with a level of indignation only an owl in a fancy hat could muster. The Mystery of the Glowing Gourds As the night wore on, the animals began to gather around the pumpkin patch, waiting for the annual glow-up. Archimedes, having retrieved his now slightly tattered hat, was perched on a nearby tree branch, watching the crowd with a critical eye. “I don’t get the big deal,” one squirrel whispered to another. “They’re just pumpkins.” “Just pumpkins?” Archimedes hooted in disbelief. “These are the most mysterious gourds in the entire forest. You’ve clearly never seen the magic of Halloween.” Sure enough, as the moon rose high above the trees, the pumpkins began to glow. Softly at first, then brighter and brighter, until the entire patch was bathed in an eerie, magical light. The squirrels stopped chattering. The rabbits quit hopping around. Even the always-dramatic foxes fell silent. Everyone was mesmerized by the scene. “See?” Archimedes said, nodding to himself. “It’s magic. Pure, pumpkin-spiced magic.” But just as he was about to congratulate himself on a successful night of overseeing, something strange began to happen. One of the pumpkins—a particularly large one near the center of the patch—started to move. “Uh… does anyone else see that?” a nearby raccoon whispered, eyes wide. Before anyone could answer, the pumpkin wobbled, shook, and then—POOF—it exploded in a cloud of glowing orange mist. And from the mist, a tiny, rather confused ghost appeared, floating a few inches off the ground. “Well, that’s new,” Archimedes muttered, his feathers ruffling in surprise. A Hooting Good Time The ghost, who looked like it was just as surprised to be there as anyone else, blinked its big, wide eyes and looked around at the stunned animals. “Uh… boo?” it said, uncertainly. “Boo?” Archimedes scoffed. “That’s the best you’ve got? It’s Halloween, for crying out loud. At least try to be scary.” The ghost looked a little sheepish—or at least as sheepish as a floating, glowing blob could look. “I’m new at this,” it said quietly. “Clearly,” Archimedes said, rolling his eyes. “But I’ll give you points for effort. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a pumpkin patch to oversee and a hat to fix.” As Archimedes flew off, leaving the animals to gawk at the tiny ghost (who was now trying out a slightly better "boo"), he couldn't help but feel a bit of pride. After all, he had solved the mystery of the glowing pumpkins—kind of. Sure, the pumpkins were haunted, and maybe a ghost had accidentally exploded out of one, but who was keeping track? The important thing was that the harvest festival had been a hooting success, and once again, Archimedes had been at the center of it all—whether anyone appreciated it or not. The Real Magic of the Season As he perched himself back on a tree branch, watching the animals below chatter and laugh about the night's strange events, Archimedes allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. Autumn really was the best time of year. The air was crisp, the leaves were crunchy, and there was always a bit of magic—whether it came from glowing pumpkins, tiny ghosts, or, in his case, a particularly dapper hat. “Next year,” Archimedes murmured to himself, “I’m getting a better hat. Maybe something with sequins.” And with that, the snarky owl settled in for the night, ready to dream about pumpkin pie, Halloween pranks, and possibly running for mayor of the pumpkin patch next year. After all, someone had to keep things interesting.    Take a Piece of the Harvest Magic Home If you’re as enchanted by Archimedes and his autumn adventures as we are, why not bring a bit of that whimsical magic into your own space? Cozy up to the fall vibes and show off your love for the snarkiest owl in the pumpkin patch with these special products: The Harvest Hoot Throw Pillow – Add a touch of autumn charm to your living room or bedroom with this adorable throw pillow, featuring Archimedes in all his hat-wearing glory! The Harvest Hoot Fleece Blanket – Wrap yourself up in this cozy fleece blanket and enjoy some fall comfort, perfect for chilly nights or snuggling up with your favorite autumn reads. The Harvest Hoot Tapestry – Transform your space with this vibrant tapestry, featuring our wise owl hero surrounded by pumpkins and fall foliage. It’s the perfect seasonal decor for your home or office. The Harvest Hoot Tote Bag – Take a bit of fall magic with you wherever you go! This charming tote bag is perfect for carrying your autumn essentials (or maybe a pumpkin or two). Each product brings the whimsy of the harvest season and the charm of Archimedes right into your everyday life. Whether you’re decorating for fall or just looking to add a little snarky owl flair to your space, these items are the perfect choice! Explore more seasonal magic at Unfocussed Shop, where autumn adventure meets cozy home decor.