Nothing says fall like pumpkins. Bought our first two of the season Saturday.

Here’s what things looked like by Tuesday…

And Wednesday…

And this morning…

My boys have claimed the pumpkin as a science experiment. Their theory is Fred and Ethel, the culprits who live in a nearby tree, will gnaw through until they strike gold and feast on the delectable pumpkin seeds.

My theory is Fred and Ethel will hollow out the pumpkin and live in it for the winter. A gorgeous patio gourd.

I mentioned we bought two pumpkins. At the first nibble of trouble, my son took the “baby” pumpkin inside. It sits high on the fireplace mantle.

Next door, the interior designer neighbor has a wonderful display of pumpkins. Pristine and untouched by tiny rodent teeth.

Maybe it’s true there’s strength in numbers. Maybe all we need is more pumpkins. Lots and lots of pumpkins.

You crown the year with a bountiful harvest;
even the hard pathways overflow with abundance. Psalm 65:11 NLT

What would squirrels sound like if they made music? Oh, Don’t Let’s Start…

Warning: Listen at your own risk. Silly songs by They Might Be Giants have a way of sticking in your head.