We grew pretty massive pumpkins last year, and Steve saved the seeds and miraculously they grew into pumpkins again this year. But we learned what the word heirloom means: it means that the seeds from a plant will make the exact same plant again. These seeds were not heirloom. Our pumpkins were pretty ridiculous-looking this year, and they certainly weren’t as big. Steve got jealous each time we walked by a neighbor’s yard with their extremely massive pumpkins, but I like ours. They glow all sorts of colors, and they’re funny.
Tonight we carved them. Steve and Jack worked on the biggest one, Rosie took a medium-sized one, and I took a regular green pie pumpkin. Steve and Jack’s has a pretty great scary face on fire on its front, and Jack made some sort of violent ghost thing on the back with repeated gashes across its forehead. Rosie patiently carved a very silly-shaped pumpkin, but its innards were so thick that carving a face was going to be pretty tough. She managed to carve away at the skin, which makes it look like a roasted and melting marshmallow, and also it’s wearing a hat. She’s been pretty mellow lately, and she’d mentioned that she didn’t want to carve anything at all, so I was grateful for this large offering of creativity. I made a self-portrait of a pumpkin inside of a pumpkin, which is pretty much the definition of this blog.