How do you pick the perfect pumpkin? There are so many options. Tall and skinny, short and fat. Some have a flat back and some are perfectly round. Some are orange...somegreen...and some white. Sometimes you find them in the last week of September and sometimes not until the 30th of October. There is no wrong or right, but it should fit you. This is not a task I take lightly. Somehow, I've fallen into this trap where I really believe that the pumpkin I choose will represent a little piece of who I am. Like it has a small part of me in it. I know this is a weird thought process but I can't help it. So this year...we went to Cornbelly's at Thanksgiving point. It is a pumpkin patch with all sorts of things to do with kids. There are slides and scary creatures. There are a few corn mazes and a big jumping pillow. It is so much fun. As we are walking into Cornbelly's...I saw it. It was like it called to me. There at the front was my pumpkin and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since. Those of you that know my husband you know that of course he would not consider buying it for fear that the total on the "receipt" would be to high so I had to walk right past it on the way out. Of course that just meant that Blake and I went back this morning and picked it up. This year the winner was a white fairly proportioned pumpkin with a few tan/orange bumpy things on it. Apparently I was the only person it called to because it was still there in its same spot. And now it is happily resting on my front porch....Here it is. The tiny pumpkin was Blake's pick. He could of had any pick of the whole pumpkin patch...and this was it. A little anti-climatic for him, but fun for me. I love them!