Yeah, it’s only late September, but the leaves are already starting to turn here — and the local pumpkin stand is already open for business. I drove past it this morning and had a flashback to a couple of years ago, when Sophie started to care about Halloween. Well, about pumpkins, mainly. See that painted pumpkin there? Sophie named him Carl, and she wouldn’t let us carve him, turn his innards into a pie, or throw him out when he started to get soft and cave in on himself.
I eventually chucked Carl into the woods, but he was out there a LOT longer than he should have been. It’s a good thing black bears aren’t attracted to the smell of rotting pumpkin.
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Too cute! Does she miss Carl? Maya used to love pumpkins too, and wouldn’t let us cut them. So she would just draw a face on them instead.