Pumpkins

The time of year has come for choosing the perfect pumpkin. As a child, I remember this being an event I both anticipated and dreaded. I loved picking out my pumpkin, but it was a meticulous process, as my father was very discriminating when it came to our pumpkins. This has apparently rubbed off on me. There were very few pumpkins in the patch that I thought worthy of coming home with us. Aidan and I wandered through the sea of orange, while John and Neely waited in the shade of the single tree on the lot. In the end, I think we came away with some good ones. I'll share photos of those once they've been transformed into Jack-O-Lanterns. For now, I have pictures of Aidan making his selection...

...and of the tiny pie pumpkin he chose for Neely.