Carving pumpkins and a poem by Sandburg-

I'm going to take a break from all the gloom... 

This is supposed to be a fun week, right? Today, maybe just before dinner, we'll be carving our pumpkins that we grew into silly or spooky faces. I always let the pumpkin tell me what it wants to be. I study the shape, imagine its face, and then release it from the squash. (Apologies to Michelangelo.) G will pick up a few more for the rest of the crew. 

Photos tomorrow, if all goes well! In the meantime, please enjoy this fun little poem by Carl Sandburg, and have a great day!

C

Theme in Yellow

I spot the hills

With yellow balls in autumn.

I light the prairie cornfields

Orange and tawny gold clusters

And I am called pumpkins.

On the last of October

When dusk is fallen

Children join hands

And circle round me

Singing ghost songs

And love to the harvest moon;

I am a jack-o'-lantern

With terrible teeth

And the children know

I am fooling.