But not for me. Not yet.
Last year, I was pregnant and was so happy it was the last October without a baby to photograph around pumpkins. The idea of The Pumpkin-Getting, The Christmas-Tree-Getting, the Thanksgiving together, all those ideas have been a big part of my wish for a family. The Pumpkin-Getting Day has seemed to me - through all my childless years - a rite of passage for the new mom, a gorgeous day to be together celebrating fall and cold and orange, feeling the passing of time, taking pictures, and showing off your little one without focusing on the lack of sleep and neverending demands for bottles and for standing-up-time at 6 am.
Plus it means a day with my husband, doing something that I like and he, well, likes less frequently. Because to be married, every once in a while you have to do something the other person likes and you
don't like less frequently. And I like me my Farmers Markets and trips to Sauvie's Island. While Martin likes these sorts of things once a year or so. If he can bring his kite.
Now October has come again, and we haven't gone for pumpkins. I'm afraid we'll miss the chance. Today is gorgeous outside, and every day that is gorgeous outside I keep thinking Yup. This is it. The last day. And we didn't go. The lid is on the attic, the hard top is on the Miata; it's clear that beautiful weather is now expected to end. I have to make this happen right away. Bad things will happen if we miss pumpkin pictures. My husband has been warned.
In the meantime, here is a beautiful little girl who already did her pumpkin thing. porttportland