So I have this bad habit of buying Halloween pumpkins to carve or paint and then never getting around to carving or painting them. I remember one year a friend gave me a pumpkin that voluntarily grew from the seeds of the previous year's pumpkin... in her compost pile. That was cool! Or did I get one that grew voluntarily from the seeds of a pumpkin that was dumped in a field? I can't remember, but it was cool anyway. I meant to carve the pumpkin, but we ended up cooking and eating it in January.
This year I cooked one into a Springbok Watusi for Grandad. And the others met their match in the pasture.
Oh, you don't think I actually fired the gun?
You wonder if I actually hit the pumpkin?
I even gave M a turn:
He's a much better shot than I am of course!
So Goodbye Autumn/Halloween Pumpkins and Hello....
Christmas!
