Great Harvest

(The title "Great Harvest" refers to an excellent bakery here in Utah. If you haven't tried it, please come visit me and we'll have some fat-tastic, calorific goodness.)


Face Update:

At the follow-up appointment with the dermatologist, he said (and this an exact quote), "If you'd like, I can harvest one of those sores so we can see exactly what virus it is. You'll have a permanent scar, though." He actually said 'harvest' in reference to something on my face. I had to decline such a tempting offer. I look much better now--just some scabby, flaky leftovers. I'm willing to pull my head out of my hoodie and face real life.

"Stop looking at me!"

Let's talk about something else. Like something else harvest-related.

If you're like me, you make it to October every year and think, "All I want is about a million pumpkins because they are the happiest, wonderfullest vegetable."So this year, I decided to plant some extra pumpkin starters. I just wanted to have enough for each of us to carve.

And I neglected to weed the pumpkin patch for the whole big summer. On October 2nd, I couldn't stand the suspense anymore, so Hannah and I went out and mined pumpkins. It was so exhilarating I almost can't talk about it without getting all worked up. We found 33 of them. 33! Not quite a million, but I was happy.


We found this one vine that was about 15 feet long. So cool!


Wagon o' pumpkins


Hannah is a serious gardener. And she seriously wears a lot of pink.


Washing off the lot of them. Most of them were Jack Be Littles (which I love), but we also got 7 or 8 big carving ones. 


Comments

Jennifer Walker said…
If you have extra pumpkins we'll buy some from your littler gardener when we come down if you like. That is SO cool! My real question is: did you let the derm harvest your face?
October 12, 2012 at 5:05 PM
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