Calling the Great Pumpkin

It all started last night when I told Harry we'd soon be visiting a pumpkin patch. He'd been roaming the house shouting "I wanna go to Halloween!" Efforts to explain that Halloween is an event and not a place, were, well, useless. But he clearly gets pumpkins and as we drove to the patch at Immanuel Church-on-the-Hill in Alexandria to fetch us a few, he explained that he'd be bringing home "the big one."

Fortunately, at the patch, which is sponsored annually by our church (click the link to see a YouTube Video about the pumpkin sale), every pumpkin looked like the big one. So, we rolled in the bags of hay, we climbed over the pumpkins like they were rocks (I'm praying no one saw this but me) and we ate a cupcake to celebrate what will be THE finest day of the year: Halloween.

We hauled home a trunk full of orange gourds to support our local charities. Even some dried corn cobs, which I had intended to hang on the front door but became an unintended snack for Charlotte.