Okay, it’s not. Obviously. In our neck of the woods, we’ve been dealing with major heat advisories, stickiness and sunburns. And, more stickiness.
But, try telling that to my pumpkins.
Can you blame them? Fall is awesome.
And, I actually had to pick five of them last week. I probably could have waited, but they were 100 percent orange and I have an irrational and paralyzing fear that someone is going to steal or destroy them.
I know. It’s ridiculous. Welcome to my husband’s world.
Why am I so scared, you ask? Because everyone who sees the pumpkins, LOVES THEM. The neighbors, the dog walkers, the school kids (we are right by a high school). And, the pumpkins are behind our garage where anyone could swipe one.
And, I’m also a bit afraid some punk high-schooler is going to smash the pumpkins. Or, that someone’s going to think the Woodwards’ house is his personal pumpkin patch. So, I have to check them a few times a day. When I saw a few skateboarders behind the garage after school one day, I had to go behind there and stare them down to make sure they were not messing with my pumpkins.
Yeah, I’m that person.
But now I have several fabulous and perfect pumpkins just waiting for September. Because I cannot pretend to be normal when displaying pumpkins in August. But, I can totally bring them out at midnight on September 1.