The Great Pumpkin

Apparently, a few autumns ago, my father in law kicked over the Halloween pumpkins from his front stoop, and neither he nor my mother in law got around to dealing with the resulting mess before the snow fell. By spring, the composting pumpkins had sowed themselves into the front yard. By this fall, they'd become a full fledged pumpkin patch, complete with at least four smallish pumpkins.

On of these pumpkins was the perfect size for Felix to have for Halloween. We didn't carve it this year, but it has proudly sat on our front steps all month. Back around Labor Day, Felix pulled a Linus and checked out the pumpkin patch to see if was a sincere one.

If you ask me, it doesn't get more sincere that this.