No Whining Allowed

Thank you all for your lovely, encouraging comments yesterday. I so appreciate you all.

It has been a little windy up here in The Mitten. When Honey came home yesterday morning, he said there was a pumpkin in our front yard. I have not bought any pumpkins yet this year.

When I left for BSF, I had to go look at the pumpkin.

Yep, it was a big old pumpkin. Lying next to our dug up sprinkler pipe . I thought maybe it was the next door neighbors, so I left it there. That must have been a ginormous gust of wind.

When I came home, it was still there. It must not be our neighbor’s. It would be very unlike our neighbor to not put something back in it’s place. It was still there when I took Mousey to swim practice at 5. I decided to investigate it further. I took the mighty watchdog with me.

It was a fake pumpkin!

I brought it up closer to the porch, so it wouldn’t blow away again, but tried to leave it out so it’s owner would see it and claim it.

This has happened to us before. Our house must be the final resting place for all things blown by the wind. Leaves, balls, trash cans and lids, papers, recyclables, BBQ covers. And now a pumpkin. We are the last thing to stop flying objects. Beyond us is a creek and a field.

I’m never sure what to do with the item. I usually leave it out on the lawn in hopes that someone  will retrieve it. They rarely do.

Ironically, I have been to Michael’s, JoAnne’s, Homegoods and Hobby Lobby, this very week  looking for a fake pumpkin, or fake mums, or something. I was hoping to find a way to beautify our front porch. I didn’t find anything that I liked and finally decided to scrap the whole idea. With the way our front yard looks at the moment, it was sort of  like putting lipstick on a pig anyway.

If no one claims it, I’m going to plop it right on that chair and call it a day.