If there is one thing I love more than a pumpkin inspired hand-crafted hat, it is a giant pumpkin for me and my hat to pose with.
Me, my hat, my pumpkin
I have been working on this pose for some time. It is part smile, part knowing smirk, with a dash of rascal, and a jigger of slyness that says: “Hey ladies, you know you want to kiss these cheeks!” Look, as I’ve always said, if you’ve got it you might as well flaunt it. Am I right?
Flaunting it
Come now, people, can we not all agree that now is the time for Halloween spirit? I have my pumpkins, my hats, and my spider and ghost jumpsuits. I am doing my part.
Being born in August, this October is my very first October, which also makes it my first opportunity to make the yearly pilgrimage to the Pumpkin Patch on Sauvie Island. From what I gather, this is a required yearly ritual that I am to perform as part of my membership in our nuclear unit.
Perfect Pumpkins
The place was filled with the milling denizens of Earth, more people in one location than I had imagined existed. There were so many, in fact, that I can only assume that the ones in the distance were in danger of being crowded over the edge of the horizon, and hence off the edge of the Earth. What happens then I have yet to find out.
We wandered about and took pictures and video to document our accomplishments. Mother and Father ate something called an “Elephant Ear”, which led me to be on the lookout for any angry earless elephants that might still be lurking near. We took the grand promenade which included the petting zoo of farm animals. I was amazed that the other people were amazed at seeing the animals, as I have seen many a chicken and goat right near my house, so I assumed that they were plentiful and even distributed across the planet.
Finally we visited the store where Mother had to battle the throng in order to purchase a special honey that is only found in that place. The shouting and jostling of the ensuing melee gave me the permission I needed and I lent my voice to the cacophony. The only real problem was that my screaming lasted long after we had left the store area, and did not abate until I was safely ensconced in my carseat back. And so ended our delightful visit to the Pumpkin Patch.
