I feel as we come towards the end of October that it’s only right I dedicate a blog post to pumpkins because I’mma miss them when they’re gone! However not the smell. Definitely not the smell. It’s probably the most ‘basic’ thing I’ve ever participated in and I’ll admit at first I was going just for the cute photos (because yes I’ve become that mother) but in all honesty we had such a lovely time pumpkin picking that I couldn’t care less about it’s new found ‘clicheness’. Suddenly the leaves start turning and everyone goes crazy for autumn (me included) but I swear there is something in the October air that makes me so giddy. I am right there loving the classic autumn cliches of dark nights, wrapping up warm, scarves, jumpers, fireworks, golden leaves etc you get the jist! However I will point out now that I think pumpkin spiced lattes are repulsive. (Prepare for onslaught of outraged Starbucks lovers).
We probably spent about half an hour picking our pumpkin (inclusive of said photo shoot) and Danny and I started to take it very seriously. “No that one isn’t round enough”, “no that’s not orange enough”, “is that one too big?”. I mean seriously if we went to Tesco we would have paid a quarter of the price and not faffed about the aesthetics half as much but you know, it’s all about the experience! And it did make me feel all October-y and festive. Is there such a thing as feeling festive for Halloween?
Although Evie is probably (definitely) too young to realise what the hell we were doing I think it’s such a cute tradition to start and I genueinly can’t wait to see her running around the pumpkin patch next year picking her favourite pumpkin even if it might not be up to mine and Danny’s standards!
It’s fair to say she didn’t really take kindly to the pumpkin which we painstakingly selected this year even after my impressive name carving. Oh well, better luck next year hey Eves!