I can happily report that the weather has finally gotten nippy. Why some hate this I’ll never know. As long as I’m wrapped up warm I love it as much I love every season.
I needed more pine cones. Yes, needed. What a sentence. James suggested trying a local woods because we both didn’t have a scooby on where there would be an abundance of pine trees. We lucked out.
They weren’t easy to come by, we had to search for them under the fallen leaves, and when I say we it was mainly James. As you can tell, I was taking photos. What can I say?! It’s a hobby.
I’ve mentioned my bad memory on my blog before but it’s hard for that to come across in words. I could just be saying it or, even worse, I could be saying it in hopes someone would be like no you don’t! Well, well, well, it’s not for an ego boost, I have photographic evidence of it.
I was taking photos of leaves – you know, hobby – and when I got home and looked through them I took photos of the same leaves when walking into the woods and walking out. The same exact ones, I can tell by a red berry next to them. Even the composition is the same. Might not be a big deal, you may be thinking, well have a look at the ground…
On the way out, along with wasting my time looking at the same leaves, we witnessed two squirrels running around up in the tree tops. I don’t think I’ve ever heard a squirrel make a noise before, without realising, but fun fact of the day – it was exactly like The Sword in the Stone. Who else thought that was just a fun/confusingwhenyoureachild part of the film?
Then a few strides ahead we saw about 15 parakeets going mental. It was definitely a bust up, and before you ask, of course we made little voices for them. Barry and Sandra were having a domestic. He’s the jealous type.
Anyway, mission accomplished.
And what’s a blog post without showing my little brother?! (He helped me wash them) (Anything is fun when you’re four).
Nothing says ‘Happy Halloween’ than sharing a pumpkin to carve because the other one was moldy.
And they say romance is dead!
The first episode of Stranger Things was watched after, which we have been talking about for months but now it’s arrived we haven’t been able to make time for it.
I was also eating strawberry Starbursts.
Are you spooked yet? OooOooooooo
James was going for a moon and stars look. Then when he fucked it up he turned it into a side wards smiley face, to be down with the kids – that is a quote. After 5 minutes he was done. All he needed.
I went for a classic look. I took longer than 5 minutes.
Not as good as last years though. Also, how fantastic is that pumpkin shape! Maybe I shouldn’t have messed around as much at the pumpkin patch this year and choose a better one, and also got a second one which wasn’t moldy.
Third year we have come to the PYO pumpkins in Rochester, and as you’ll be able to tell by the photos – we may have took it a lot less serious this year. Sounded like were weren’t the only ones, because as we were paying a friend asked, in a jokey way of course, whether it’s actually necessary to have security. Yes, apparently they’ve had people throwing them at each other. Along with stealing them – come on! It’s for charity!
We weren’t doing that, God no, as you walk in there’s a big sign saying no kicking or dropping and if anyone knows me it’s that if there’s a rule, I respect it. To balance it out, social rules are very lax, I couldn’t care less about them.
So like I said, unlike past years, it was more about having a good ol’ time than finding the best and most interesting pumpkins. Each year I plan to make food from them, note to self: you are never going to make food from them. Maybe one year you’ll be the homemaker you day dream about, not today sister.
One friend bought £36 worth of pumpkins and squashes, solely for the purpose of eating them. Good on you mate, all I can say, also that you’re boyfriends stomach is a lot more satisfied than mine. I should have bought him some to cook for me. Alas! I spent a fiver.
Just as we reached these containers at the exit, where they’ve collected some pumpkins for you (and I managed to pick up the cute, small ones I wanted because I was too busy having fun to find them in the field) our group went through the ones in our wheel barrows. Most of ours were put back, or swapped for others because they have a big board of what each one taste like. The girl with 36 quids worth, yeah she just filled her wheel barrow up more. If you know her you’d just nod at this because you know what she’s like. We love her for it. She’s the best.
The second we got under the gazebo to pay the heavens had opened. One of my pumpkins to carve was slightly moulding, as the staff pointed out and said I could quickly go fetch another one. I took one look at the weather and thought nahhh, my boyfriend and I will just carve the same pumpkin.
We had to run to the car with the wheel barrow (didn’t actually have to run, with hindsight, but the rain was very heavy) and as we reached the car, the rain had gone and we noticed this rainbow.
Being adults can be wicked.
You know at the end of the year so many people say ‘it doesn’t feel like Christmas’. Well, I think it doesn’t feel like October. Not only because the weather is all kinds of crazy at the moment, and my plants loving it, but because I don’t feel the same as last October. (Not that my memory is ever good enough to remember that far ago)
Halloween doesn’t mean much to me, so it’s not a momentous occasion (like Christmas) where I can declare ‘it doesn’t feel like Halloween‘, there’s not a bookmark in my brain for this time of year. I can happily say we have been pumpkin picking for 3 years now. Pumpkin picking is now the tradition where I can look back at years past and feel comforted by it or shocked at whoever that person was.
But it’s never that these month are different to other years, it’s not that the magic or thrill has run out, (never say a statement like ‘Christmas is for kids’ or ‘it’s not the same for adults’) it’s just that I’ve been on such a big journey in a year, just like us all, that it doesn’t feel like last October.
I’ve moved in myself. I’ve changed. Always am. No year will feel like the next, and there’s this international sadness that routine and traditions change but really there’s so much excitement in that.
This morning I wanted to go on a mission for the last remaining conkers, for decoration and in hopes they’d rid our house of spiders. Instead, my Mum took me to a gold mind of oak trees.
I still pick up conkers and pine cones but I couldn’t tell you the last time I’ve picked up acorn caps – never the actual acorn, too many experiences of finding maggots in them.
Why have they gone under the radar for me? I think I’d more likely stamp on them on purpose than collect them. And they’re so pretty. Also, my Mum said the trees don’t produce acorns every year, fun fact for the day.
Without a bag, we ended up using my little brothers welly to carry them. (He wasn’t with us, we didn’t make him hop around just for my gain.)
So, today is the day that I appreciate acorn caps and make some sort of craft or decor with them, along with these real leaves. Tomorrow you will find out what I decided to do, but, for now, I still have no idea.