The Other Pumpkins Said this was The Place....

I had an amazing time at Bead Fest, and promise to tell you all about it.  But the tickle in my throat while I was there, combined with the flight home, has turned into a raging, knock-me-off-my-feet sort of cold.  So I thought I'd share a bit of Halloween brightness with you instead.

Every year, almost like clockwork, we can expect to open our front door one fall day to find our front porch covered with pie pumpkins.  One year they spelled my husband's name.  More often they're simply scattered like a mine-field.

They're left by a couple of our friends as a hint that it's time for Joe to start making his scrumptious pumpkin pies.  But I guess they hear that we've both been pretty much down for the count, because this is what we found most recently on our front porch:

The seal wasn't broken when we brought it in, I just didn't snap a picture quickly enough.  It's a box from Dahlia Bakery.  And inside:

Isn't he cute?  So Happy Halloween all!  I think I'm going to go turn back into a pumpkin myself.

I will have a Bead Fest post up by this weekend, with pictures - promise!

And thanks John and Sue - you're the best! Turns out it was Nathan and Leah who left the pumpkin, taking a riff of of John and Sue!  We do have the best friends.