My children got started very early on pumpkin carving this year. There were all shapes and sized to be found in our pumpkin patch! The littlest hands carved the littlest gourds. All three made quirky delightful creatures.
That stringy mouth looks pretty ghoulish to me!
For much of October we were bathed in golden sunlight.
We played and crunched through the leaves by the Rhine river promenade.
Many familiar mushrooms popped up overnight in our yard only to quickly disappear again.
We often heard and saw the geese migrating in their beautiful v-formations.
I filled up a wheelbarrow of pumpkins to rescue from the childrens' carving knives and the frost to store in the cellar. The small Hokkaido variety are so delicious as are the deep orange large pumpkins called Rouge Vif d'Etampes.
Then the warm air and sunshine abruptly ended and we woke up to the first frost and snowflakes twirling in the freezing air. I waited all summer for these mauve dahlias to blossom and they had finally just opened up before the frost arrived. Sad as that is, they looked fleetingly very delicate and magical in their frosted state.