Pumpkin Carving

With the T-Zone hunting taking place in most of the area woods we are hanging close to the house. Saturday we did continued the traditions of carving pumpkins. Which of course means itchy skin, pumpkin fibers mixed with hair and sharp knives in slippery hands--maybe it is this frontier cavalierness that allows this tradition to persist as part of our national fabric. At any rate, the temperatures were beautiful and Sophia dug into the pumpkin's inerds with glee. Merrick on the other hand was much more standoffish towards the vegetable offal, and preferred to take the pumpkin tops and kick them around the yard. With all of the seeds tossed into the garden to self plant for next year, we moved the gorgeous gords to the front of the house for all to see our creative cutlery skills. In the past the pumpkins have lasted beyond the holiday and have been granted a stay of execution from the older neighborhood kids--although this time around those kids are a year older too.