Jane and I went to the pumpkin patch today. A stunning morning, replete with tractor-pulled hayrides, the perfect pumpkin selection process, a pint-sized seminar on farming, and a revelation that potatoes have "eyes."
Mom broke part of the stem off when it tumbled about in the van. But Jane assured me that Violet was okay. (Violet the pumpkin??) Good thing we picked a tough one. I'm sure it won't be the first time she gets roughed up a bit by a member of our family.
We'll find a nice dry patch for Violet to hang out until her day of martyrdom arrives. We'll just think of it as ... her coming day of transformation.