Over the weekend Rick and I picked out some pumpkins at a nearby farm (I have a strict 'no grocery store pumpkins' rule). There were no shiny, perfectly smooth pumpkins in this patch, but rather knobby ones in orange, red, and yellow hues. I kind of like them better that way. We ended up getting a whole bag of white gourds for free as well (the perks of visiting the farm). They're adorable little things that are perfect for window sills, balcony railings... and according the farmer, scooped, stuffed with wild rice, and baked in the oven.
We may have also gone a little overboard with the Halloween decorations. Somehow a fog machine came home with us. All I can say is we better have kids come by our block or it'll be just us, a misty yard, and multiple bags of candy.
On second thought... that might not be so bad.