Finding fun and friends are easy in the fall in Cadrieu. And, if you can't find friends-you can make your own. That first fall in France, Jean had a huge, gorgeous pumpkin that she let me have to enjoy for a while before I carved him up. He made such a great still life on the dining room table regardless of whether he was carved or uncarved.
We saved the seeds to dry for following seasons and to give to Kat and Tom to try to grow back in the states. I like happy pumpkins-we were quite a fall pumpkin couple that first year. Between the pumpkin and other fall delicacies, we seemed to be celebrating the season often and well.
Alas, here in New Orleans there are no pumpkin patches surrounding me like they do in Cadrieu. Pumpkins (and walnuts and rosehips for that matter) mean going to the grocery store and struggling to bring one home on my bike. I could ask for a ride...who knows-I still might? Till then, I'll savor the pumpkin memories of Cadrieu falls gone by.
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