while in warwick valley to pick apples over the weekend, a bountiful farm stand struck our fancy and we weren't going home without a stop. when all was said and done, we had a trunkful of pumpkins and mums.
and oh, the pumpkins. orange ones and blue ones and white ones and blush ones. many sort of funny looking, some right out of a fairytale. as for me and my house, we're now the proud owners of a pink beauty of the porcelain doll variety. she's square and sitting so pretty, if slightly askew, perched on the window sill.