This time of year is so much fun that you can feel the excitement in the air. All the little (and big!) kids waiting as patiently as possible for that big day. Chocolate Day! OK, so maybe it's really called Halloween.
Last year I really thought that Sweet Hubby had broken my "almost vintage" pumpkin Jack O' Lantern that I loved so much, and of course I was sad about it. It's been with us since the early 80's. Only "vintage" by some loose definitions of today. Somehow even the 80's seems like vintage these days. It is fashioned more like those which are older though. The jack o' lantern was handmade by a potter. I don't remember his name, nor any of the other things he made. But I love how it is obviously handcrafted and not mass produced from a mold. Of course I have some of those, too.
I decided to look again for the missing pumpkin. When I asked Sweet Hubby before if he had seen it or remembered breaking anything that looked like it, he said maybe he had.... seen something broken that could have been a pumpkin. Sweet man, confessing just in case. But this time I found it. Right where I thought it was supposed to be. Of course I'm sure it was in a parallel universe. Somewhere, somebody was admiring my wonderful jack o' lantern last year. If "they" do measure time in years, or at all. I'm happy that my jack o lantern pumpkin returned to me.
He's showing his age these days. He's a little cracked and showing some signs of getting older. But that's fine. He's just perfect the way he is.