The air has that crisp feel to it again. The feel of winter is in the wind that blows the dried leaves around.
So, I drove over the mountain with the 1925 Franklin to gather up a few pumpkins for carving.
My friend Trixy also grew a bunch of pumpkins this year. But the pumpkins that came up in Trixy's garden where strictly a surprise. Apparently there were pumpkin seeds in her compost that were still able to grow in the garden when she planted this spring.
Well... lets just say, Only happy looking pumpkins live here. Smiles and a welcoming feeling at the door for when we have our little ghosts and goblins arrive for trick-or-treating.