The entire Frogpond pumpkin harvest, lined up on the porch rail. All three of them. They may be few in number, but they're a magnificent rich, dark orange and as lovely as can be. I'm excessively proud of my plump beauties. They feel so heavy that I'm thinking they would make great pumpkins for pie. If I can bear to cut them up.
This is why I'll never be a true country woman -- way too poetic.
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