The pumpkin patch on my neighbor Blake's land has been harvested. Our killing frosts have withered all of the pumpkin vines and leaves. All that remains are these pumpkins that didn't quite make the cut. They won't go to waste. They will draw in local fauna to gorge on this bonanza before the tough winter months. Until the snow covers the remains, the last of the unusual pumpkin patch will make me smile as I walk past.
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