The bright orange pumpkins at Walmart have been calling my name for over three weeks. Today, as I entered said establishment (for the fourth time in 24 hours) I was escorting my two daughters…. who both eyed the orange globes and then eyed their mother with pleading puppy-dog faces. Larisa found a picture of a carved pumpkin with a picture of a wiener dog that said “Happy Halloweenie!” So with that geniously creative idea, I said OK! It actually wasn’t that hard of a decision… $3.78. How can you beat that? It probably costs more than that to water the vine for the four months growing season!
There were two large bins with a sign that declared them ALL as medium in size. We pulled a few off the top of the pile and glared hopefully into the pumpkin pit. Indeed, they were not all created equal. The queen mother was at the bottom… and I spotted her! We began to pull the pumpkins off the top of the bin and fill bin #2. Then when bin #2 was precariously full-almost-to-toppling, we piled the rest on the ground. The path was clear to the queen mum. Larisa and I both stepped up on the palate, tiptoed up until the top of the bin was at our waists, and dove in. Seriously, with our feet off the ground. It took us two tries, but we succeeded!
We must have looked like we recently came in from the pumpkin patch. I was wearing what used to be a clean black t-shirt…. now totally covered in dirt and muck from all the pumpkins we moved… and probably from the bin too. We found the queen mother’s twin sister in the bottom as well. Another successful day of shopping at Walmart.
The moral of the story is: A pumpkin in hand is worth two in the bin. :o)