pumplestiltskin

pumpkin scented candles.
my actual olfactory nodes will totally explode.
i love the different kinds of amazing aromas.
every single one of 'em is different.
pumpkin spice, spiced pumpkin, pumpkin hollow,
pumpkin pie, pumpkin vanilla, pumpkin patch...
we've got all those,
and more.
once the leaves are down on the ground
in any appreciable quantity of underfoot crunchiness,
then we spark up the wicks, my ninjas.
and that's not all.
when it comes to precisely paired puppets
who complement the luscious breeze of spice and gourds,
i'm so on it, neighbors.
a quick trip to the colonial freshness of our local americana shop,
and a trio of dope little duders live at the fortress from now on.
checks these time-traveling teleporters:

c'mon.
that's a picture perfect new england primitive display.
sz'huan.
you likey?
us too.
check the big picture out:

and that's our new cabinet.
we needed something uber-hottness infused,
and we found just the right mustard-colored one.

that's what Folk Life looks like.
(it's filled with all kinds of fancy linens, duders.)
it smells like pumpkins and spices,
and sort of like waffles, too.
that's that countryside style stankin' fresh dopeness.
little things make all the difference.
like cabinets and candles...
goodness, in the woodsliness.
we doo-doo that.
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who loves wednesdays?
i do.
they call it hump day,
but i find that description unreliable at best.
whoever they are,
they've got more game than i do, i'm sure.
it's most definitely a good day though.
we've had authentic north country weather all dang day.
cold.
wet.
sunny.
windy.
clear.
cloudy.
all of that.
real deal september stuffs.
a whole day.
lived.
hump day.
why not hump night?
then at least it'd be more believable;
never quiet, never soft.....