Velikse

Went to the pumpkin patch with a few people from school. I haven’t gone since elementary school field trips.

I realised on the way there that I forgot to take my camera. I used my phone and the photographs turned out decent. I was pleasantly surprised.

Perhaps we were late in the season, or maybe it was due to how cold it has been at night, but most of the pumpkins were rotten. There were a few good ones left.

I had planned to choose one to harvest the seeds and can the flesh, but I quickly realized there were not any of the types very suitable for such things. 

There was a hazelnut orchard next to the field we were in, so we wandered through the trees for a little while.

While discussing the origins of various Halloween traditions, we collectively came to the conclusion that the dark green pumpkins would be the most likely choice for an occult ritual, and then referred to them as evil pumpkins.

There was also a discussion on the process of choosing a pumpkin, especially when choosing between two that you like. 

Do you search the entire field looking for the perfect one? 

Would such a search result in the perfect pumpkin?

Or do you find one that will make you happy and stop looking? 

But what if a contender comes along? 

Do you feel any loyalty to your first choice?

What makes one pumpkin better than another?

What is it that you look for in a pumpkin?

What is to be the purpose of your pumpkin? 

When deciding between two, I took to the method of one must be an objectively better pumpkin than the other. The purpose of my pumpkin was to be pleasing to look at, as I have no intentions of carving, and so the better choice was whichever I enjoyed looking at more.

I chose a small orange one with green warts all over it. I liked how interesting it was to look at, compared to the solid orange ones. I didn't catch the weight of mine, but it was exactly four dollars, which made me happy.

We have set them out on the back porch, to keep them from being smashed. 

However, the squirrels are eating them and if they are to be destroyed, either way, it might not matter where we choose to put them. 

There is a house across the street that has had pumpkins on their porch for several days now and they are still there.

Took Shenanigan on the bus for the first time today! 

She tried so hard to follow me up the stairs, but she couldn’t get her back feet up on the bottom step. I had to lift her in, but then she got the idea, and I think she will be able to get it on our next trip. The driver was really understanding and patient with us and I’m so thankful for that.

She wasn’t afraid of the bus at all. I’m really proud of her. Delta was always terrified of buses that passed us on the road.

I accidentally chose a seat that was above the wheels so she couldn’t tuck under the seat very well. She tried her best.

At first, I sat by the window, but I soon realised Shenanigan takes up the whole length of the bench so her tail kept going out into the walkway. If I sat by the aisle I could keep my feet between her and the people walking by, so that she wouldn’t be stepped on. 

Since we took a trip into town, I took her to the store for a little public access work and to get out of the rain. 

She did so well, I took her to our favourite lake for a walk to relax before we went back home. We only saw two other people the whole time.