Pumpkin carving is a Fall tradition that I’m happily not really an active part of anymore. My participation will come again when Zaza arrives, but for now I’m happy to buy the pumpkins, hand out knives and point to the back yard. Keeve is an eager beaver when it comes to creativity and pumpkins. He couldn’t wait to stab the thing. Last year I remember picking dried pumpkin off of the glass picnic table, so I assigned the grass as said carving area this year.
Yet another sign of Fall: socks were actually worn in the morning, but discarded by noon because the weather isn’t cold enough yet to wear them outside for pumpkin carving. And look! Some of the grass is still green. Time to overseed!
Keeve is heavily wrapped up in Myth Busters, hence the Busted pumpkin. Whatever. As long as I don’t have to pick dried pumpkin off patio furniture I’m good with it. Are those little slimy pieces of pumpkin on that chair??? Please stay tuned for Harvest Festival photos.
Long live All Saints Day!
My Sister's Jar 