rolling up to Halloween

Went to the pumpkin patch last weekend. This year's maze made out of stacked hay bales seemed taller and tippier, but no one was pinned under a collapsing wall of hay so all was well.







Back home, we set about carving pumpkins. We threw the innards in towards the chickens in the strawberry bed, probably not a good idea in retrospect (for the strawberry patch, I mean - the chickens were fine with it). Colm is lately sporting a new hat which he fancies as a cowboy hat. I think he's planning on going trick or treating as Hop-along-Cassidy, his grandad's favorite film character. I'm not sure about Tess yet. It wouldn't surprise me if she went as Hannah Montana.


Beth is thinking of being a witch.
As for me, I'll be disguised as Change himself. See my little pumpkin and you'll understand (click on photo for a larger version). K