[Mr. pumkin showed from his "good side"]
Back in October my 92 year old grandfather drew a lively face on this little pumpkin for Max. Not long after halloween all of our pumpkins, one by one, had met their maker, but this one sat triumphantly in Max's play area. As the weeks passed I continually did the bottom-of-the-pumpkin-rot check, and the pumpkin continued to defy nature. Once January came and this little squash was still hard as a rock, I thought wouldn't it be cool if he decided to hang with us until spring? I imagined that when Mr. pumpkin departed it would mean spring was at our doorstep. Sure enough he made it until March 1st before caving in. Not the "official" start of spring but it's good enough for me. I like to think that my grandfather blessed Mr. Pumpkin with his longevity elixir or that perhaps the simple act of giving him a face breathed life into him. Either way he felt like part of the family and will be missed.
