Do you search for that perfect orange pumpkin? Symmetrical, with a smooth surface for carving or otherwise decorating?
That's what our Hadley picked. Mostly because she could pick it up. The stem is broken because she's dropped it a few times. I think I like it better that way. Broken.
So, I learned something about myself at the pumpkin patch this year.
I love the "ugly" pumpkins.
I love the funky-colored pumpkins.
The variegated pumpkins.
The misshaped pumpkins.
I think I like to find the pumpkins that aren't "ideal" to most people, because I want them to feel loved. And I have this drive to find what is lovely about them.
Maybe that's because that's what I want people to do with me.
Maybe it's because that's what God does, and I'm trying to get a little bit of insight.
I don't know. Deep thoughts about pumpkins.
Here's my pumpkin:
As we're driving away from the pumpkin patch, my husband informed me that I might have chosen the ugliest pumpkin in the whole patch.
I don't care. I love my pumpkin! It proudly sits on my front porch in all its imperfect glory!
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I don't care what your husband (or maybe your neighbors?) say...I love your pumpkin, too, Friend! :) :)
And maybe I'll think a little differently about my pumpkin picking this year, too. :)
I always pick the "oddball" pumpkins too! And I grew the weird ones as well (Long Island Cheese, Blue Jarrahdale) back when I lived in TR. Actually, I just have a soft spot for weird colored veggies altogether. I guess that says a lot about me ;)
I love the perfection in imperfection!
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