Art of the Pumpkin

With autumn fast approaching my mind has been turning to pumpkins. I've even found two misfits growing in the garden to put on the front porch. The pumpkin is a piece of art without me ever having to touch it. These fall beauties come in so many colors and shapes now it's enough to make a Halloween lover like myself giddy with anticipation of their harvest.

“I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.”

~Henry David Thoreau

Scenes from a nearby Amish farm that specializes in unusual pumpkins.

Jack Be Little pumpkin visits a local cemetery.

Zoe and I at the Chadds Ford Pumpkin Carve last year.

My new site showing all the pumpkins I've carved for competitions.

The Art of the Pumpkin

A Halloween Blog Party!

Oh Hallowe'en when ghosts and such
To life come strong and hearty,
I hope you'll slip past everything
And come out to this party!
(from a 1920's postcard)



Today is the day of A Fanciful Twist's blog party! What a great day, it's cold and rainy outside, perfect weather for staying at home. So grab a cup of cocoa, finish putting out your
decorations and have fun exploring all the magical blogs! I've been scouting out vintage Halloween postcard verses for you.

Don't forget enter my Halloween giveaway!


O let Us cast Dull Care away
Again be Children for a Day
Witches Goblins have their sway
Tis Hallowe'en lets Joke and Play


When the bats like ghosts are gliding,
Witches soar, on broomsticks riding,
jack-o-lanterns twinkle, grinning
Our Halloween revelry will be just beginning!


Make a ring of pumpkin seeds,
An odd old fashioned charm
makes the goblins howl with fear
and keeps you safe from harm!




Goblins and Jack-O-Lanterns jolly,
Bid you unto All-Hallow's folly.
Hither come by dark n' moon,
you cannot join the fun too soon.


Vampires prowling cats a howling
Spooks a sighing, bats a flying
Join the revels don't belate
Hear the witches tell your fate!


Ye Ghosts abound, Your mate you've seen,
Your fate is found On Hallowe'en.
Witches dabble, the imps will play,
until the darkest hour you'll stay.