pump's.

duders.......
i F*ing love pumpkins.
i know you know,
and i know you do too.
but, really, the season for all of this sh!t is in full swing,
during what seems like a sneaky september seige on the
final hours of summertime.
is it too soon,
or are we getting a head start on the best part?
same difference?
maybe....
no, c'mon, don't be like that.
it's cool, kids-
because once red october gets here,
it'll be cold, and old, and busted more and more every single day
until next spring decides to flip a b!tch for real and warm it up again.
ok.
so maybe it's a little sooner than i'd like,
but the good news is that early fall hottness means extra pumpkiny
good times with all the pursuant active participation and cinnamon
and color-change new englandy woodsly goodsly flavor;
and by that i mean pizazz, panache, flair, and savoir faire.
y'know?
of course you do.  
if you don't?
you'd better go ask your dirty mama, son.
anyway,
i doo-doo that pumplestiltskin patching-type sh!t.
check the site-specific seasonally appropriate teleport:

yuuup.
and that's just the way it should be.
a wooden wagonload of different shapes and styles an' that.
pumpkins look like autumn feels.
a big ball of bumpy orange expertism,
with a truly delicious and disgusting mess just below the surface.
is that a thing?
i think so.
check the sugar pumpkins out.
the sweet little pie-making roundies that look so damn cute!
teleport:

yeah!
big fun in the smaller size?
damn,
isn't that what she said?!
awwwwww.
then again, the big'uns are no slouch either...

right?
yeah.
neighbors,
it's just that i love them.
like,
with my heart.
i've got a battalion of squash standing sentinel at the gates of
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
and there's surely more to come.
no such thing as too many pumpkins?
too much is the right amount?
we're gonna test that out this year.
hallowe'en alone for the first time in EVER?
yeah.
me and the gourds are gonna get molto busy making sure
we cut our smiles wide and keep our hot fire spit lit.
there is brightness in darkness,
and there is black mold waiting to form in the gashes of our faces.
ugh.
the best part, sometimes, is getting into the spirit of the thing.
and when the spirit is tricks and treats,
i'm already full of it;
never quiet, never soft.....