Mark and I had our inaugural jack-o-lantern contest this year. He won handily, though neither of us would do well in any real carving contest. Oh well. The chickens will get my disaster and all our carving gook and seeds. Mark’s will get the place of honor on our front porch, where our lack of candles and neighbors will make his just about as widely viewed as mine.
Mark re-created our house in pumpkin. (That’s a headlamp acting as candle for the photo.) I attempted to scrape out some ghosts, but gave up after I took an eye out of two in a row. I’ll make a better showing next year.