I love me some pumpkins. All shapes and sizes. Most especially the ones that seem to be the last ones in the pile. Nothing tugs at my heartstrings more than a lonely pumpkin.
My ma got me this little pumpkin pattern. I haven’t followed an actual pattern in a while. Patterns are such a science and art. I think the little pumpkin turned out really cute, and fits right in with the little gourd and candy arrangements. It is nice to come home to his smiling face.
We love the pumpkin garden outside of Whole Foods. So many different kinds of pumpkins to conquer. (Real pumpkin king here.)
The early nightfall brings back so many memories. Raking leaves. Crisp football game nights. Warm home-ma-made dinners. How cold the inside of a pumpkin is when you are taking out its guts. The delicious smell of the halloween candy bucket, even when there is no candy inside it. My favorite Halloween show. Oh, fall. You are the best.
This is the best pumpkin patch in the world. Rasmussen Farms in Hood River, Oregon. It’s a real pumpkin patch. Where you have to walk yourself out into the field of pumpkins and pick one for yourself. When you find the perfect one, you check it over, clean the dirt off with spit, and then rip it off the vine. Its pure fall and happiness.
If I had my way, I would get married in the middle of the pumpkin patch. It has breathtaking scenery, and smells like fresh apples. Everyone would wear boots, and the bridesmaids would wear braids in their hair.
The other day, it was rainy and almost cold. Which must mean that fall is coming soon. How do you celebrate the approaching boots and sweater weather? We made cupcakes with colorful leaf sprinkles.