We discovered them in the kitchen, crowded together, whimpering and trying to look inconspicuous. A tricky thing for five, very large, bright orange gourds. We are not certain but a bit like turkeys at Christmas, we think that they may have been trying to hide. After all, at Hallow'een and Samhain, the word 'carving' is just enough to put the shake on a pumpkin.
With good reason.
Kiddo, the Fella's son, commented that there was nothing you could carve into a pumpkin that could possibly be more scary than the inside of a pumpkin.
Now, once they were over the shock of the knife, the pumpkins rose admirably to the occasion. Once the rain had cleared, dark had fallen, they staunchly defended us from malevolent spirits, while welcoming in the friendly ones (ahem, trick or treaters in our case and I didn't take any photos just in case I upset any parents).
Furthermore, the Fella was beside himself with delight - it just so happens that once they are separated from 'their guts' - roasted pumpkin seeds are a favourite, seasonal treat.
...um no - they can remain outside?!
I hope that you all had a good Hallow'een and Samhain.
Birthday Post Script
Here are some lovely flowers that I received from Mel's family for my birthday - thank you - and especially for you is a snap of Granville Island's Produce Market where we picked up groceries on my birthday!
Here is a nice, healthy pink Azalea that I received from one set of my parents for my birthday. They do not know that I have a blog - otherwise, after my recent gardening exploits, I suspect that they might have thought twice about sending me a garden shrub?!