Punkin It’s Black and White Wednesday

Do you remember these?

The pumpkins…not the little girl…I am sure you remember her.  She is the subject of most of my photography. This is mostly because my older children are getting bored with me always “snapping” while I say “wait…I’m not done…one more”.

This is the picture my cousin Anne took the weekend of “the funeral“.

Remember I told you my other cousin Jen filled my parents house with pumpkins and mums that weekend?  

I think Jen bought 17 small pumpkins and 5 large pumpkins that weekend. I remember she told me she bought that many because of  symbolism….One large pumpkin to represent each of my parent’s children and one small pumpkin to represent the grandchildren. 

I can’t remember how many mums she bought that day or even what the significance of the mums were but I know we she bought a load of mums ……maybe it will come back to me one day.

I do remember, I didn’t want to go with her to the store but she insisted. She convinced me she would be dreadfully lost if I didn’t go and she would never find her way back.  

Which was not true…She had a GPS and she lived in the area for years before she moved to California.

I figured out on the way home that day she would have been fine. I was the one who was in danger of being dreadfully lost …and thankfully she was wise enough to see it.  

Jen filled the house with colors of happiness with warm browns, bright oranges and beautiful yellows…. pumpkins, candles and mums in every room. The house looked beautiful that weekend. Just the way our mother and father loved it. 

Back to the reason for the question…..Do you remember these?

Well?

When it was time to get rid of all those pumpkins our mother didn’t quite know what to do with them: 

 So these guys

Matthew and Stephen

 took these guys

Brian and Alex

with hammers in hand, along with all the pumpkins out into the field by the compost pile.

AND

They smashed them! 

They had a ball!  hitting them, smashing them, throwing them and watching them explode.   

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Then the bees came.

and the compost pile started to flower.

and you know what happened next…

Look Jen!!!

We’re growen punkins BABY!!!