Thursday, October 22, 2009

Last week, D and I went to Miller Farms. As previously stated, I love...love...LOVE PUMPKINS!!! And anything to do with pumpkins and squashes and gourds and fall. I begged D to go to a pumpkin patch with me. I do this every year. Begging starts around September 20th or so, after D's birthday but well before it's appropriate to pick a pumpkin. When I got the okay this year, I had my place picked out and everything.



Miller Farms. How excellent. For $15.00 a person, you are transported over hundreds of acres via hay wagon and given six large plastic potato sacks to fill with whatever is in season at that time. For us, that meant potatoes, ornamental corn, red potatoes, cabbage and pumpkins.



Here is my collection of weird little carrots friends:






What does one do with bags of pumpkins and corn? Well...









I was so excited to decorate my house with ample fall! I already had this wreath I bought for $1.00 at an estate sale:



I spruced it up with glass owls from my ma and a few glittery fruits.

And D gave me the go ahead to put up the cobweb, so I was in business. Ready for tricker-treaters!

And after Halloween, I was going to take down the web and rearrange my fall goodies in the window boxes to look just like a Martha Stewert cover. But then...



Oh, the devastation!



The heartless destruction!



Pure horror!



I must look away!


Who could have been so foul?, I hear you gasp. Was it D?



Sure he was a bit miffed having to carry his weight in pumpkins, even after being injured by a ferociously stubborn carrot (got under his nail so deep the doctor had to take it out!). But no, vandalism is not his style.

Was it the Pru? A feline so terrifying all beetles and crickets run as soon as the back door opens?



Couldn't be. Pru hates veggies. Well what about our other cat, Emma?



No. She couldn't be bothered with anything so labor intensive.

Then, I caught a glimpse of the culprit in the act. I ran for my camera but the scourdral had made his escape. No matter. You are all familiar with him - Tamiasciurus douglasii. Evil squirrel.




No garden is safe. No decoration pristine while he's around doing his dirty work. Let this blogpost be a tale of caution. Beware!

Also, I finished D's hat! I wanted to post a picture of it but he wore it to school. I guess he likes it. Hooray!

*tshirt pic from Zazzle.com

3 comments:

  1. I have suffered the same devastation! It usually takes the squirrels a few weeks to get to my pumpkins. I hang my corn by the door so they can't get at it. So sad. and your yard looked so awesome. boo hoo!

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  2. I am so glad that I have found your blog. You had me laughing all the way to the end! Yes, we deal with evil squirrels here too! Your decorations were beautiful!! I am sure Mr. Squirrel enjoyed all the bounty very much. He must have thought he had struck a gold mine!

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  3. I hate to laugh but that's what I'm doing right now. Fun post and my girls read it with me laughing!

    lisa

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