Who doesn't love a pumpkin?
I love pumpkins. (I say this every year, because I love to repeat things unnecessarily.) I especially love pumpkins "en masse." Not at Catholic church; but in large groups. So sweet.
I have been Halloween-i-fying the house, and I haven't had a chance to make it to the Farmer's Market yet. To buy pumpkins, that is. My pal, Jeanna, and I made a quick stop there after Bible Study on Tuesday to grab some hay bales.
She bought pumpkins, but I knew that the wrath of Baby Giraffe would come down upon me if I picked out pumpkins without him. He gets his love of the pumpkin from his momma.
So we made a mad stop for hay bales... in her minivan. 2 moms, 1 baby, and 3 bales of hay in a minivan. Don't ask how we did it. Just try to imagine it in your mind.
When we got to her house, where my car was parked, I put my bale in the back of my car. And all the way home I couldn't stop thinking about a snake crawling out of that hay bale and slithering up to the driver's area with me. The fear was overwhelming me. You may know I have an intense hatred for all things snakey. It was so bad, I had to roll the windows down for fresh air, pray, and think happy thoughts to avoid a panic attack.
Please don't try to tell me it was irrational. I know someone personally who had a snake crawl out of her Fall Festival hay bale into her back seat.
I also grew up on a farm. My daddy still bales hay to this day... and I know what can get baled up in that hay. Might as well call them "snake bales." Gheesh. I'm getting the heebie jeebies just thinking about it.
When I got home, I jerked that hay bale out of my car as fast as a middle-aged momma in wedge shoes can jerk a hay bale. (Those farm girl skills do pay off.) I tossed it on the front porch, poked my scarecrows down into it, and shivered all the way inside.
It's a long holiday weekend here for the boy and Dan/Daddy. We head out to the Farmers Market tomorrow AND the pumpkin patch on Monday.
Bring on the pumpkin love.
I would be doing you a disservice if I didn't tell you about the lady that lives a few streets over from me. I see her around school time every morning, and she has tiny little stuffed pumpkins on the dash of her car. All lined up. LOTS of them.
I keep wondering... What happens when she has to slam on the brakes?
Now that's pumpkin love on a whole new level.
2 comments:
I can't laugh at you too much about the snakes and hay bale. I do the same thing. My husband however loves to laugh at me :) I hope you have fun picking out your pumpkins! I can't wait until we get to go and pick out ours. I LOVE fall :)
I don't think I've ever thought about a snake coming out of a hay bale in my car, but NOW I will! Got my stuff out in my house, but only my flag and mums are outside. I'm afraid the heat will cause our pumpkins to rot before the end of the month!
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