Anyone who knows me knows that I love pumpkins.
|Grins & grimaces a-plenty!|
All kinds, shapes, colors, sizes. Green, grey, blue, orange, yellow, tan, red. Every species, no matter how fat, squat, knobby, pitted, warted, gnarled, you name it.
|A curious fella atop a plump one|
To me, they signify a very special magic that lies in the spirit that is summoned into full being at the onset of autumn, which culminates in Samhain/Halloween, and with it, the legendary Jack O'Lantern.
|Vintage 'Bogie Books' pumpkin house - love it!|
Near our home is an annual set up of pumpkins for sale. It's situated at a small park near a shopping center, and the folks who run it take great care to create a fun atmosphere. Scarecrows gathered 'round stacks of hay bales, corn stalks, and funny scenes all welcome the buyer, with hundreds and hundreds of pumpkins and gourds all abounding.
|I could live here!|
(NOTE: Image taken from Internet - not the place I'm describing above)
Did I neglect to mention all pumpkins and gourds? It's a veritable carnival of pumpkins - stocked with more varieties than you've likely ever seen!
|Like a kid in a candy store!|
That certainly goes for me as well - the first time we stopped to have a walk-through, both Mark and I were blown away by them. And it was the first time I'd seen a magnificent Fairy Tale pumpkin (also called a Cinderella pumpkin, for the shape of which is like the one that her fairy godmother transformed into a carriage), which of course I had to have! We ended up buying many of them, and after Halloween had ended, saved some of the seeds and grew a small one of our own this summer.
|Me in our yard, among the very spectacular (and huge!) pumpkin vines|
|Taken in 2011 during an autumn jaunt in the Mt. Olivet Cemetery |
with my friend, artist Ethan Black
|A favorite activity: creating Jack O'Lanterns! |
(being sure to save at least some of the seeds to roast)
|My funny creation, "Fenwick P. Mossbottom, Guardian of the Pumpkin Patch"|