Punkin-in

This year Don and I decided to try to grow pumpkins.  We planted five plants.  They were beautiful; they grew everywhere!  They bloomed like crazy.  And we got one pumpkin.  One.  Good thing it was a nice one.

We learned we need to plant them earlier than July 4 . . . it was a stretch to get it "oranged up" in time.  The last two weeks, Don was moving the pumpkin into the sun, hoping that it would turn in time, and the day before Halloween, it was good enough.

We also learned that when a pumpkin is leaning against a garden stake, it puts a dent in it . . . hence, it was a little crooked.  But that didn't matter to one little boy.

He and Papa cut the pumpkin open, cleaned out the seeds (which was much easier than with those we buy - not sure why), drew on the face, and cut it.  When done, Caleb named him Punkin-in (as contrasted with Punkin-out).  Not sure I exactly got it . . . but we enjoyed talking about Punkin-in.

After Halloween, we put Punkin-in in the backyard for the squirrels.  The second day, Punkin-in's hat was missing.  It was found out near a tree.  Those sneaky, snacky squirrels stole his hat and dragged it out to the yard.  Caleb was glad we could give the squirrels some food!