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Day 52: Pumpkin Picking and Farmhouse FictionToday is a combined blog featuring pumpkin picking and something for your Fiction Friday! I love you, Fall! You don't stay nearly long enough! First off, you remember how we got basically no crop of pumpkins this year? Well, that's still pretty much true, but we did manage to more than double our crop by digging through the brush and discovering no less than seven pumpkins that were hiding in our pumpkin patch!  Come here, my pretty! I'll cut that stem and bake you into a pie!  That's actually me kissing the pumpkin. The image is a little small to really get the full detail, so you'll just have to take my word for it.  Look at them! Seven shiny new pumpkins! I'm so proud! I suppose the morale of this story is that kicking weeds and scowling at dead brush does sometimes pay off. In fact, it pays off with pumpkins! Yum! Finally, as (sort of) promised yesterday, I have something for you for Fiction Friday. Ha! Fooled you! It's not really fiction for this Friday! It's poetry instead! Mwhahaha! Anyhow, in all non-cackling seriousness, enjoy this cool poem by John Kiste, who gives up first worldwide rights for his work way too much. That's what happens when you have a diabolical daughter. 
by John Kiste |