Every year my hubby grows pumpkins in our garden. Some years, they prosper, other years, we're lucky to get one nice orange one for Halloween. Many years ago, we grew giant pumpkins. One of the vines traveled under our fence, into the neighbor's yard, and grew a humungous giant in his flower bed (which we let him keep and carve for his granddaughter).
2013 brought a crop of four nice sized jack-o-lantern sized punkins. Roger picked them in mid-October, and they resided on our back patio. Since our kid's haven't been home for Halloween in many years, we don't carve pumpkins anymore. They just get set outside, as is, for the big night.
Tonight got me thinking of some of the great memories I have of Halloween's past. When my kids were little, I used to love making their costumes. Roger and I had a great time walking them around the neighborhood, and taking them to the local mall.
Here they are - my little punkins! I'm not sure exactly what year this
photo was taken, but I think Cody was in kindergarten or first grade,
and Denise was probably 3 or 4 years old. They used to get so excited
Of course, Halloween is not just for kids. My hubby, who has been told for years he bears a canny resemblance to the character Mario, of the Super Mario Brothers video game fame, finally decided to embrace his alter ego.
Roger assembled an awesome Mario costume. This is what my hubby looked like when he left for work today. Isn't he a dead ringer? (Yes - my husband has been replaced by Super Mario!)
So there you have it - my Halloween punkins - past and present.
Happy Halloween to all my readers!