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.
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.
Pumpkins are so pretty. (from Martha Stewart)