A squirrel loves a pumpkin.
Baby pumpkins love a pumpkin. [All photos were taken Nov. 11, a warmish day that was just right for walking around the neighborhood peeping at pumpkins.]
Afternoon sunlight loves a pumpkin, or two, or four.
Pumpkins waiting for the mailman love a pumpkin.
Zombies love a pumpkin. Pumpkin innards remind them of human brains.
Peek-a-Boo pumpkins love a pumpkin.
The Hallelujah Chorus loves a pumpkin. Somebody say Amen.
And my neighbor who hasn’t fixed his garage yet from when lightning struck it last Summer loves a pumpkin, probably. Because EVERYBODY loves a pumpkin.