We tossed our pumpkins off the deck, over the fence, and down the hill today. The boys tried to hit the trees, the alders. Oh, one pumpkin hit an alder tree, but those pumpkins just did not provide a satisfying thud this year. We wanted them to crash into the trees. We wanted them to split into pieces. We wanted pumpkin guts to splash down the length of the tree. Where was the pumpkin carnage? Where were the pumpkin entrails?
Nope, every single pumpkin bounced, even the one that hit a tree, skimming it across one arc of the pumpkin's face.
Those are tough pumpkins. Here's to having weak pumpkins next year.
Now it's official. The Christmas season can begin.
Thank you for listening, jb
Nope, every single pumpkin bounced, even the one that hit a tree, skimming it across one arc of the pumpkin's face.
Those are tough pumpkins. Here's to having weak pumpkins next year.
Now it's official. The Christmas season can begin.
Thank you for listening, jb
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