The pumpkins

Every year my parent's have a garden. A few years ago they realized that if they took a pocketknife and lightly carved in a name on the pumpkin when it was still green, it would scar over for a neat affect. They try to carve a name in a pumpkin for each grandkid.

Here is Julia's. She also happened to have the biggest pumpkin this year.



Sitting on one of her cousin's pumpkins.


Helping daddy load it up in the van to take home.


Unfortunately, Jude's pumpkin started to rot. So they put what was let into the freezer to save it so we could at least see it and get some pictures of it. Luckily he is young enough that it did not matter.


Julia LOVES her pumpkin. She talks about it all the time. She has to tell me about it every time we walk past it. (It is by our front steps)