As the Gregorian month of November has officially come to a close, the final remnants of spooky season, to the layman, will surely be disappearing with it. I have long thought about the pumpkins that hang around on porches after Halloween’s end. How they stand out in a world that seems to have forgotten Halloween ever was, and wonder what their story is. Have they just been forgotten by those whose homes they inhabit, or is it intentional? Is there someone dwelling in these places that’s at least a little bit like me, and wants to leave some representation of their favorite time of year lying around until it rots away in its own time? And, perhaps this is a silly question, but do the pumpkins know somehow that their moment has ended? As I said, these are things I have often thought about, but I recently was inspired to do even more thinking on the subject. An artist on Instagram, Everett’s Attic , recently designed these two Christmas pumpkins, named Rotting and Plotti...