|Geneva's ghost pumpkin|
|Joellyn Cobb's needle felting class at the Weaver's Cat|
|farmers' market fare|
So I went to the farmers’ market in the parking lot behind the courthouse by myself. And even though Geneva stayed behind in the shop, the ghosts of pumpkin hunts past came with me. I whistled one of Granddaddy’s songs as I searched for the right carving pumpkin, and as I picked out a couple of baking pumpkins I swear I smelled cinnamon, ginger, and nutmeg.
|Granny's pumpkin cake roll recipe|
What are your favorite pumpkin memories? Have you ever carved a white “ghost” pumpkin?