Whenever I say the word “pumpkin”, I always want to start quoting the poem by James Whitcomb Riley:
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock,
And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,
And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it’s then’s the times a feller is a-feelin’ at his best,
With the risin’ sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.
That is just the first verse! 🙂 It is great to read aloud! Anyway, we had our first snow here in my part of Michigan. Here is my “punkin” with flowers instead of frost.
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