When I said I needed a midlife reboot, growing pumpkins in a town full of bear people wasn't what I had in mind. Neither was falling for one of them. I should've been more specific when I asked the universe for a change
Because here I am at 44, left with my late aunt's rundown farmhouse
And a pumpkin patch I know jack about running.
But hey, at least it came with a view.
My hot new neighbor stepped out of the shower in plain...