It’s that time of year…
that I used to buy a big pumpkin. We would cut it open, scoop out it’s “innards” and carve a face on it. Then it got carried to the front porch, and the candle inside glowed for all to see the scary (?) face. Then it rotted in it’s place and was gotten rid of.
I remember one year when I noticed that the pumpkin was starting to sag from rot, and didn’t want to upset the younger kids with this fact. I found some activity indoors to keep them occupied and on the side, told the oldest one to get the pumpkin off the porch and into the garbage without the younger ones noticing. Told him to bag it up and get it into the trash.
Teenagers do not listen. They will put much more effort into avoiding a task than into what was originally required. Son grabbed up a whole pumpkin that had been there, carried it across the driveway, and drop-kicked it into the side yard. The pumpkin exploded from the force of his booted foot and splattered across a large area of grass.
The following year, we had pumpkins everywhere.
I no longer buy pumpkins each year. The kids are all long grown and gone. But I look at them and remember when they were little and we were all together.





