Pumpkins

I love Pumpkins.  Fresh, round, warbled orange pumpkins. Or white.  Ooo! Or Green Gold and Hazel pumpkins.  You see in the markets those glorious displays of Fall’s bounty and wonder, “Who on Earth buys these things?” Me.  That’s who.  In my pregnancy stretch pants and grocery-cart-bound-toddler (who I may or may not have just bribed with a cookie.)  I hem and haw and wonder which pumpkin may in fact go best with my Thanksgiving runner*.  If the orange of that one will be too…”orange,” too prosaic.  A pumpkin should happily say “Hello Revelers! Look at me! It’s Fall! Time for Sweaters and Cider and Baked carbohydrates!” And all matters of happy stuff with exclamation points.  Because it is Fall people! Go buy a pumpkin.  Instant joy.  But then again, I am confessed total Domestic Dork.

* If you have not checked out Couleur Nature for hand-blocked (but still affordable) French table runners ($45-55), you simply must.  They are my go-to-favorites!  Just remember to hang dry them over a door so they do not wrinkle.  https://www.couleurnature.com/