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Posted at 09:05 PM | Permalink
Glad to see I am not the only one with a rotting pumpkin hanging around...
December 03, 2007 at 09:43 PM
Your snow was so pretty! Ours was sludgy and dull. Hope the vomits have ceased.
December 03, 2007 at 10:44 PM
Very poetic! =)
December 04, 2007 at 12:02 AM
...and maybe just a little creepy, eh? :-) Love it!
December 04, 2007 at 07:54 AM
Under the jack-o-lantern is a second one (squashed) and the "guts" (seeds, etc) buried in the garden soil. I'm hoping we will get a pumpkin plant next year!
December 04, 2007 at 10:28 AM
Husband: 'Cause we need MORE pumpkins.
Kim: This is the view out of my kitchen window. Delightful!
Melch: Decay is my muse.
Susanna: I think we're in the clear. Quarantine yourself. I'm serious.
Sheri: You certainly are not. If there's one thing you can count on, it's that.
December 04, 2007 at 09:00 PM
Excellent shot of the suicidal pumpkin. :)
December 05, 2007 at 02:36 PM
Husband: I once threw my jack-o-lantern in the compost pile and the next spring I had a pumkin vine which snaked all around the garage! It only produced one pumpkin - but it was the most perfect pumpkin I have ever seen. So, maybe you'll get lucky next year. Here's hoping!
December 06, 2007 at 07:58 AM
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