Sometimes L**** is just too precious
On 800 East there is a house with loads of pumpkins and squash and assorted seasonal gourds lining the front curb. There is no one outside to take the money--a toolbox sits on a table next to the pumpkins and a homemade sign directs patrons to leave their payment inside it.
I've been meaning to stop and support them (and to take pictures for the blog). I mentioned this to a friend on Friday night and he shook his head at the things I find amusing. Saturday afternoon I drove over and had a mini photo shoot. As I crouched down, straddling the curb to get that first picture, a car drove by and then flipped a U-turn to pull over. I was pleased to see that others were supporting this local enterprise until I saw that it was actually the friend from Friday, laughing his head off at me for being a geek (his words). Which, you know, is totally okay of him to think. He tried to amend the mockery by saying that it's an adorable kind of geekiness. So to show that there were no hard feelings, I complimented him on the way he drove up over the curb and nearly lost a tire during his U-turn. Because I'm a giver.
And then I picked out my very cute 75 cent pumpkin, which perfectly complements the two larger pumpkins already on my porch. I'm pretty much the Autumn Queen. Savvy and Ethan are coming up with Jen tomorrow and I'm going to take them over to pick one out. They will think it's cool.
What sort of things are you doing to celebrate autumn? Aside from eating glazed donuts and drinking apple cider, of course.
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16 comments:
I LOVE IT! This is exactly where we bought our pumpkins last year. Please tell me you checked out the "pumpkin walk" at the park just a few blocks from that house. It is just too funny. We went last year with a whole group of five-year olds for Scallywag's birthday. Later in the week I'm posting pictures of apple picking and our outing at the pumpkin patch. Good times.
I like to buy a couple of bags of mini pumpkins to decorate my apartment. This year, I also bought a fall-ish basket to hold them. And I like to eat pumpkin and apple pie in the fall.
Every year I think I will totally decorate next year for fall. Invariably, I don't. I buy a thing of mini-gourds and call it good. The sad thing is I think I'm completely hiding my light under a bushel. I am an excellent decorator with a great eye for design. However, I am a terrible follow-through-or. I'm with Miss Hass, fall food is way easier to arrange.
This year since offspring #1 is almost four, I think it's time to do a pumpkin decorating activity. Wish me luck and Godspeed.
Hee! There are some small-town things I just love.
I went apple picking last month and it's usually my favorite thing to do. Since it has been so warm here in the East, it hasn't felt very much like fall at all. Now it's finally nippy enough to put on sweaters and eat pumpkin pie. I really would like to find a big pile of leaves and jump in them.
I love autumn. My favorite time of year. The only time of the year that I wished I lived Back East again (apple picking, apple cider donuts, all the leaves, hiking in the Adirondacks...)
I decorate like crazy, and we carve "artistic" pumpkins (well my husband does, anyway).
I got out my sketchbook for the first time in years and drew a picture of Jersey sitting among all the pumpkins at the pumpkin patch. I'm not saying it was a great drawing, but it felt good to try my hand and sketching again.
I really want to buy leaf-shaped muffin molds, but can I really justify the purchase? Can I???
Back in my hometown, there was a local dairy/farm that often wouldn't have anyone running shop. Just a till box to make change in, and a place to leave your old milk bottles. I just love things like that. It makes me think the world isn't all going to crap after all.
I love small town things like this because as nerd goddess said, it reminds me that "the whole world isn't all going to crap afterall." Definitely quotable.
For me, fall brings pumpkin carving with my kids, soups galore, walks in the leaves, pleasant drives through the canyon (where at least one child falls asleep before arriving home) and assorted apple and pumpkin baked goods.
I always plan to decorate, but don't end up doing much beyond pumpkins on the doorstep.
Getting married! We will be dining on apple maple pork with cranberry chutney and baked stuffed chicken with cinnamon apples. Then we are having apple and pumpkin pies instead of wedding cake. It's poised to be an Autumn extravaganza.
I've GOT to post about how I get my milk. Same way, although the milk bottles are in large fridges instead of on the curb. SO awesome!
A pumpkin stew with everything baked in the pumpkin shell is a great autumn tradition. Apple cider with the stew is yummy.
Making applesauce, reading on the couch wrapped up in a blanket . . . autumn is the best time of year!
That is wonderful! And those are awesome prices for pumpkins--I wish I could buy mine there.
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Certainly cheaper than what ours cost us.
Which ones have either been eaten by squirrels or mold by now.
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I'll be...uh....er...I have no idea what I'll do to celebrate autumn. Walk to class through the rain and leaves? Stop leaving my window open at all hours of the day and night? Occasionally ponder pumpkins? If anyone has any better ideas, let me know.
Lucky, $3.50 for a huge pumpkin. Up here the going rate is .49/lb, I haven't dared find out how much that would be in dollars. By the way, I live in Fairbanks, AK.
I'm celebrating by buying a rust colored autumn-ish sweater at Ann Taylor in Manhatten. I feel so fall-ish. The store was decorated with some pumpkins maybe. Okay, I'm back in Alaska now so the party is way over. Happy? I hope your happy now. Wait, is that a line from the wonderful play "Wicked" that cooldad took me to see for my birthday in Manhatten? Oh my gosh. I think it is. So see, that's very Halloweeny, to see a play about witches. I'm celebrating. Or I was, until I came back to Alaska, and went to work. Gaaaaaaaaaaa.
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