
I have been anxiously awaiting the arrival of pumpkins this year. There is a place out in the country that offers locally grown produce and I called them to ask if they had pumpkins yet. I could practically hear the clerk's eyes roll at my inquiry. "
Pumpkins aren't ready yet," the woman said. In farmer talk what she really said was, "Pumpkins aren't ready yet, you big dummy." Granted it
was September 1st when I called, but she still could have had some compassion on a poor pumpkin loving girl like myself.

So I have to play it cool now, I can't call back there again. I'm trying to convince my Sweetie to call from a pay phone for me or something like that, to find out the pumpkin status. His eye roll at this request makes me think that he and the farmer's market clerk are in cahoots somehow. So until I can get my hands on some orange beauties of a larger variety these little tiger pumpkins from Walmart will have to do.