Last week, just prior to Halloween, Bill and I decided that our awesome crop of pumpkins needed to be forever memorialized. So here they are in all their squash glory!
Perhaps you don't like the idea of preserving pumpkins for posterity's sake.
That's your business. Feel free to divert your eyes from this photo.
Although I personally feel that these images are worthy of an official day all their own, it would seem a bit like cheating to wait until 2014 to post these babies. Therefore, let's proceed with a bit of that old post-Halloween melancholy. The holiday always goes by too fast. *sigh*
As per our longstanding agreement, Bill took the photos as I practiced the usual madcap antics. For example, I gathered up a gaggle of pumpkins, as many as I could carry...
No, Pumpkin #3. There's no escape, so don't even try.
Then I realized that I probably had no available arm to open the door. Fortunately, I know how to improvise.
All that yoga's got to help with something in your everyday life.
I selected the front porch next to our perennial scarecrow for the setting of the day's photographs. It seemed appropriately bucolic.
Those are actually cornstalks from last year. They should probably meet their end in the compost pile soon.
After delivering the first set of pumpkins to their said destination, a girl's got to load up with yet another set of bright orange squash for the picture!
Hard work, but this Halloween blogger's got it covered. Mostly anyhow. The stems
did stab me a couple time with their jellyfish-like stingers.
Bill's artistic shot of the day? I think so. Because, really, nothing says artistic like black and white.
A couple more pumpkins were still looming in the garden, ready and ripe for the picking. On our Harvest Day, we had left them since they were still somewhat green, but worry not! All but two of them made it before that first nasty frost of the year set in.
Goodbye for this year, garden! You did right by us, so thanks for that.
An "adjusted" photo that includes the final two pumpkins of the harvest.
After tallying up the results, we cultivated forty-six pumpkins this year! Six past my initial goal, which considering all those mishaps with rabbits, fences and frosts, is pretty good. I am going to inflate next summer's expectations and hope for sixty beautiful little pie pumpkins, each one ready and excited to meet their end in my oven. So with those Hansel and Gretel witch wishes, I'm going to wrap up today's post. Here's to the pumpkins of the world! May your skin be forever orange, and your innards always delicious!
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