The great pumpkins


Each child chose their own pumpkin from the patch. I expected it to be a very discerning time, but was sorely mistaken on that count. After having the 'Just the Right Pumpkin is Waiting For You Out In That Patch. . . and It Is Your Mission To Connect With Your Little Pumpkin!" pep talk, each girl just so happened to find 'their' perfect pumpkin just beyond the wagon steps. Who could have known?!
Ah well. For some, the joy is in the hunt. For others, it's in the heft of an orange orb jostling back in the lap during the last of the hayride home. For me, it's those grinning jack o' lanterns I buckled into the backseat for the ride home.
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So glad the girls and friends found just the right pumpkin--I was looking longingly at some beautiful ones a couple of days ago, but the thought of paying postage on pumpkins gave me second thoughts 8^) love, Gran
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