
Gorgeous orbs of orange streaked with green sprawling across the soil, taking over and ripening ready for homely cooking or jagged tooth cutting and flickering candles.
At weekend I came across a pumpkin patch with amazing views, a little hazy as the sun was starting to set but very magical. I heard a frog croaking somewhere and I thought to myself, I'm really living a fairytale now - I've got my froggy prince and any number of Cinderella stagecoaches to choose from.
Alas the greeny hopped away but I left with a head full of baking pumpkin pies and of pumpkin syrup in coffee, still not officially had my first one yet.
Everyone hail to the pumpkin king






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