As I ran out of an October Ellington Farmers Market on my way from my market booth to the shop, I grabbed a pumpkin off of Joe the farmer's truck before he took off. Halloween was coming and in the middle of all the renovation chaos, I needed some decorations. This gigantic beast pumpkin would count as both "Fall" and "Halloween."
Fall came and went, and as I put some lights and twigs from the yard around the shop for Christmas, the monster pumpkin still looked good (that is, not rotten), and I sure as hell didn't have time to cook it. Even carrying it seemed daunting, so it got some lights instead. Festive, but weird. Exhaustion is the mother of invention?
Christmas came and went, New Year's came and went, and Valentine's day was coming. I drew the line at putting pink paper hearts on a giant orange, though still not rotten, pumpkin. Instead I carried it to the car, took it home and cooked it.
It is delicious.
That... and I have also emerged enough to find time to make pottery. :)