Et in Arcadia Ego

Friday night, we went to friend's house to carve pumpkins. Believe it or not someone in this household had never carved pumpkins before. I'll give you two guesses and a hint, it wasn't me.

Anyway, we had a great time, here is the handiwork from the evening:

Mine's the skeptical owl. Can you guess which is Mark's. Hint: he's so punny

Maybe it's the lack of cooler temperatures, but pumpkins don't last here the way they do up north. I am very sad to say that the delicate cheek bones of my owl really didn't hold up well.

In desperate need of a facelift

Mark's pumpkin pi fared slightly better although he was miffed when I objected to him taking his slightly molded pumpkin to some Halloween festivities to show off his handiwork. I don't know about you, but mouldy squash just doesn't scream "hostess gift" to me. You?

Happy Feast of All Saints everybody!