The coy maple leaf is strategically covering a spot where the squirrels already started to munch.
I heard talk of toasted pumpkin seeds yesterday. I hate getting all the gunk off them, but I seem to have some willing hands in the house with more energy than I for this sort of folderol.
Our community is gearing up for its annual Great Pumpkin Display, which involves gazillions of blazing jack-o-lanterns lined up on stacked picnic tables and bleachers in our little park. You can go carve a pumpkin to display, or you can buy hot chocolate and caramel apples and walk around admiring them all. A few gigantaur pumpkins, professionally carved (probably with power tools, so thick are their shells), always stand sentry to amaze and impress.
It’s a good time. I probably won’t be able to get any decent photos for you on my little camera, in the dark. We shall see.
Have a glorious Sunday, everyone!
*My dad always called me “punkin,” so I just have to pronounce it that way.