Happy Labor Day, folks. Hecate and Buckethead turned six this weekend. I can’t believe it.
We’re out playing today — visiting grandpa to open more presents, then heading to the zoo. I asked Hecate what she wanted to visit first at the zoo and she said, the pizza! Love that kid. They had a very successful first week of kindergarten, and with our recent faux-fall local weather I’ve been cheerfully digging out some of the fall frags. I guess if I were forced to pick a favorite season, fall would be it, although they are all pretty great. Fall smells really bring out my perfume love.
That photo is the twins (obviously) for Halloween last fall. When we’re done with Halloween I chuck the pumpkins into the shrubbery to finish their decomposition. Early this summer we were amused to discover one of the seeds had sprouted, and we enjoyed watching the pumpkin vine clamber over the bushes and across my suburban lawn. It yielded one pumpkin somewhat larger than a melon. Decent-looking thing. They’re arguing who it belongs to (the raccoons, most likely). I wonder if it will last until October? I am looking forward to carving it.
I’m mulling topics for Wednesday’s post. I’ll see you then. Patty will be running the ship tomorrow. Happy September!