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Life Cycles Of Seasonal Pumpkins//October 235th, 2020

It seems like the last of the “real” pumpkins around the Patch is about to leave us for the big pumpkin patch in the sky. I am always sad to see them go, despite probably having enough “fake” pumpkins to fill the local farms’ patches, but I must say, they had a terrific run this year. 

I thought we could take this time to look back on some of our “real” pumpkins’ best moments through the year.

As you can see, it’s always exciting for the residents of the Patch to find a new pumpkin. Either that, or our little ghost friend here is wondering how in the world he’s supposed to carry this one in addition to the three he already has. 

A family photo of our dear Pumpkids (and Pendergast the ghost poppet, all of these made by TheBeastPeddler) and most of the pumpkins, taken shortly after returning from Sleepy Hollow. These sorts of photoshoots make post-Halloween depression a little less debilitating. 

Another little photoshoot from shortly after Sleepy Hollow (starring Abraham and Horus, made by SpookyCutes) to make October feel never ending.

This one was actually taken on Thanksgiving Day. (Little Harper, in the striped shirt, made by MimsVictims) Is pumpkin pie cannibalism? We here at the pumpkin patch believe that pie pumpkins are something else entirely.

The onset of winter still couldn’t stop pumpkin-related photoshoots. We really didn’t get much snow this year, but the ghosts and pumpkins enjoyed what we did have.

One of my favorite photos, taken on what would’ve been December 13th for those that don’t use a perpetual October calendar. This was a Friday the 13th, and little Horus is a Good Luck Ghost, so it just made sense.

From John Carpenter’s birthday, January 16th. Another favorite picture of mine.

Some of our pumpkins got carved as their time neared its end...

...and provided nice hats once they were gone!

This bumpy one (expertly carved by my sister) is a favorite of mine.

It also became one of my favorite subjects to photograph in preparation for Valloween!

Even rotting, this one looked super cool.  (Doll by EsmeMade.) If I remember correctly, this one lasted the longest in its rotted form.

Rotten pumpkins need love, too! (Doll by OriginalSinDesign)

Honestly, I think I’ve found a new passion for photographing rotten pumpkins this year.

Samantha here (made by MoodyVoodies) is always a favorite to photograph, and this rotten pumpkin in its final days complemented her quite well!

This was our last pumpkin standing this year. (Thaddeus the bat/pumpkin made by SpookyCutes) If you look closely at this photo, you can see the scratch marks all over it, which just gave it more character, in my humble pumpkin loving opinion.

But here, as you can see, the rot has set in, and this was actually one of the final pictures taken before this pumpkin went completely flat. (This was taken five days ago.)

As the final pumpkin begins to flatten, we know it’s sadly only a matter of time before it’s gone for good. But, as you can see, our pumpkins have had an amazing year. (Doll by TheMagicalBat) 

My only hope is that this year, as true autumn approaches, we can all go to the pumpkin patches and have the joy and excitement of picking out new pumpkins once again, and seeing what adventures they get up to as the year goes on.

As the great Skully Pettibone of Scary Godmother fame once said, “Without a pumpkin on Halloween, you ain’t got Jack...O’Lantern!”

Stay spooky, my friends.


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