'Each year, the Great Pumpkin rises out of the pumpkin patch that he thinks is the most sincere. He's gotta pick this one. He's got to. I don't see how a pumpkin patch can be more sincere than this one. You can look around and there's not a sign of hypocrisy. Nothing but sincerity as far as the eye can see.'
A few weeks ago, we searched and searched, and we found the Great Pumpkin.
It was big and plump and tall and orange, and looked as though it belonged in Cinderella. Like any minute, the Fairy Godmother was going to pop from its vessel, say a 'bippity-boppity-boo,' and turn its exterior into an exquisite pumpkin carriage.
While Cruz didn't quite understand the beastly thing that towered over him, it served as an adequate standing post, and made a wonderful little pumpkin fort for him to crawl around and explore.
Wishing everyone a ghostly creepy Halloween weekend. We are looking forward to a weekend at home, sticking our hands in some pumpkin muck and taking a very hungry caterpillar on his first trick-or-treating experience.