One of the many not much talked about benefits of living on a patch of land in the woods is the ability to set free the Jack-o’-Lanterns at the end of the Halloween hubabulub – a catch and release program for pumpkins, if you will.
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Shoes Tweets
Shoes On The Wrong Feet 
I wondered where they went after Halloween
They all go to the meeting place of Jack-o’-Lanterns, a small pine needle dusted knoll in the center of our woods. The annual pumpkin pilgrimage. 😉
I would like to join the pilgrimage one year
We have a field for aged jack o’lanterns. So far, only two residents.
We have three, plus the souls of the two that came before them last Halloween. It is nice to know there is a comfortable earthy place for the Jack-o’-Lanterns of a certain age to go in your neck of the woods too.
I love the brief captions you write for your photos. Catch and release – genius 😉
Thank you – my simple Sunday posts are such fun to write! I am glad you like them.
I second “The Waiting’s” reply! Hilarious!
So glad you like it! 🙂
You have a kind heart, Shoes. I can only imagine those two running off into the brush. Maybe meeting up with some others of their kind. Perhaps next spring you’ll see them again with little ones scampering after them…ahhh the circle of life. 😉 ( thanks for the laugh)
I love it! I am glad you enjoy my sense of humor and can even run with it and have some fun. I can see them next fall, silently stationed at my front door, perfectly orange and pumpkin round, with their little ones in tow, hoping to be invited in to partake once again in our Halloween festivities.
🙂
Kids on our street just throw them in the street, makes walking a scavenging dog like Delilah quite challenging. 🙂
How awful! I bet Delilah approves of their pumpkin tossing though.
This is such a better place versus the trash can. I always feel so bad for my jack-o-lanterns. Even though they don’t feel, or care where they end up. It’s nice to know there’s such a pretty place for some pumpkins to rest in peace. Love your wittiness (sp? I think that’s a word…).
Thank you. It makes me happy to look out the window and see a little bit of orange peaking through the brush and trees, knowing the pumpkins are simply going back to nature. The boys simply like to watch the decaying process and are in awe of the icky factor. 🙂