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:
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.