I always put a giant pumpkin in front of my house during the Fall season.
I found this beauty at the commissary yesterday.
"That's the one," I said to myself.
Perfect!
A little while ago, I went out in the driveway to wash her and get her ready to place.
She was quite dirty from growing in a field,
so I decided to wash her with good old soap and water.
When I scooted her off with the hose real good I tried to pick her up.
That was not to be.
She got away from me and started rolling down the driveway.
I couldn't catch her, and she rolled all the way across the street.
Finally, she stopped at the curb on the other side.
I had no idea how I was going to get her back.
I started rolling her, but that wasn't easy.
She kept getting away from me.
No one should have to work that hard to put a pumpkin on display in their front yard.
I persevered and finally got her where she will sit proudly until after Thanksgiving.
I was a wreck,
sweating profusely, and out of breath.
I never saw any of my neighbors.
Hopefully, they were taking their afternoon naps and didn't see that debacle.
Oh my...
How I miss my husband!

