The blustery pumpkiny day.
It’s cold.
Really cold.
It snuck up on me, this cold. The frigid wind is what bites right through. And I don’t think I’m quite ready for that, yet. My head is still spinning from all the fall color we’ve had this year, and three days ago, it was beautiful everywhere; but today? Well today the trees are nearly bare.
Nope. Not quite ready.
But there was one thing that we had to do, even though it was a very blustery day…
The Great Pumpkin Hunt.
It was really, really cold. Really.
We pretty much drove in, pulled over, jumped out, picked out the first pumpkins we could that were worthy, and yelled at Holden to get them in the car, pronto.
Just kidding.
We said muy pronto!
Just kidding again.
Hank juggled dog and toddler and big pumpkin while I hid behind the 4runner crouched down out of the wind and snapped a couple of pictures.
I am an awesome wife and team player.
But then we saw this.
Well someone had the right idea.
