Musing on a Field of Gourds behind the Baptist Church. Halloween Motto Number Two.
We came.
Halloween Motto Number One: No blood or gore.
Halloween Motto Number Two: One can never have enough pumpkins.
I don’t know if it was because I was raised in Central Florida where fall was found more between the pages of books than on people’s doorsteps, but I can never have enough pumpkins.
I gather them up all October in great anticipation of the annual Miles Family Carving Contest.
So when I saw this sign.
I planned an expedition.
“Are we going to walk?” a child asked.
“Sure.”
On second thought walking might be great when going to buy ice cream — when buying pumpkins — not so much.
We looked around the field of pumpkins which sprang from the Georgia clay in the pecan grove behind the Baptists.
A miracle courtesy of a semi-truck hauling it’s load from Arizona. I wonder if some of these gourds have bitty rattlesnake bites on them.
The proceeds are going to their Youth Group.
They plan a trip to South Korea.
(Yes, South Korea, not Cairo, as in South Georgia)
And a Christian youth summit at Walt Disney World. (No joke. A gathering of different denominations will meet at WDW. Where was that when I went to MYF?)
The Pagett clan was on hand this afternoon.
I got my wagon and started to pull amongst the patch.
Wow. It was incredibly hard to pull for two little pumpkins.
I turned around.
Make that three pumpkins.
I need to find a Daddy pumpkin for Johnny to carve.
I looked and looked.
Perfect.
My daughter didn’t care for this pumpkin.
“It has warts.”
Warts are part of the fallen human condition my dear. It perfectly sums up the juxtaposition of divinity and humanity in gourd form.
We brought home pumpkins for every living creature under our roof.
Yes, thanks to the Baptists — every human, dog, cat and fish in the Miles household has a pumpkin.
Except the snake. We remembered the snake on the ride home.
Do you have a pumpkin in your possession?
What a great post! I love this iin particular: “Warts are part of the fallen human condition my dear. It perfectly sums up the juxtaposition of divinity and humanity in gourd form.” So true! And yes, we have a pumpkin (just one) that my daughter picked out at the pumpkin patch for me before she went back to college after fall break. I love that pumpkin just about now!
How sweet Julia that your daughter picked one out. This will be our last pumpkin carving with our son who’s a senior. I’m going to make him carve one, even if he grumbles the whole time. He’ll thank me later. Okay, maybe not but at least I’ll have the memory…
My girls are obsessed with pumpkins right now. We picked up some little mini ones for their preschool party next week and they carry them everywhere. I can’t wait until we get the bigger ones to carve. They’ll be in heaven. I love your pumpkin family!
I thought the snake was dead. If not perhaps he would like to live in a pumpkin. At least he would have something to eat.
I’ve been feeding the snake cat food. He shed his skin again. He’s very much alive. They r going out to get some worms in the wet. So there.
My children keep them in their rooms. Heaven forbid I try to put them outside on the porch. They love them too.