Punkin' Time Again

It's Punkin' Time again in the South, and I'm a sucker for anything related to that most versatile of vegetables---
The grocery stores know it and take full advantage by helpfully providing me with ...


Pumpkin Cookie Mix -- check   

Pumpkin Bread --  check

Pumpkin Spice Coffee--- check--- oh, I forgot the Pumpkin Spice Creamer..next trip for sure!
Pumpkin Spice Sweet Roll--- check and into the freezer for that special occasion.

I resisted the Pumpkin Cupcake Mix, (but confess I did copy the recipe from FB that calls for a yellow cake mix and can of pumpkin and the check out lady said to use a spice cake mix instead of yellow but kindly offered that she had tried to find it in the store where she worked and I was shopping and they were all out!  Woe!)


Marketing is such a wonderful convention! Did you know that this year there are....
                 

                 Pumpkin Spice Flavored Hershey's Kisses?   

Yep, (and FYI they also have Hershey's Candy Corn Cream Bar---but that's another subject).
And not to forget pumpkin porch decorations --- check---both traditional orange and retro white. 

Yes, it's Punkin' Time again in the South and I'm ready.  Are you?  

Fall Farm pictures taken at:
Johnson Farms Fall Farm Stand
Corner of Hwy. 210 S and Old Stage Road
(just east of Angier, NC)

Mums, Pumpkins & Crafts

Thanks, Mary & Brian

A Tribute to James Whitcomb Riley

1849–1916

  When the Frost is on the Punkin

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock,

And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock,

And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,

And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;

O, it’s then’s the times a feller is a-feelin’ at his best,

With the risin’ sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,

As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.

They’s something kindo’ harty-like about the atmusfere

When the heat of summer’s over and the coolin’ fall is here—

Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees,

And the mumble of the hummin’-birds and buzzin’ of the bees;

But the air’s so appetizin’; and the landscape through the haze

Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days

Is a pictur’ that no painter has the colorin’ to mock—

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.

The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,

And the raspin’ of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;

The stubble in the furries—kindo’ lonesome-like, but still

A-preachin’ sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;

The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;

The hosses in theyr stalls below—the clover over-head!—

O, it sets my hart a-clickin’ like the tickin’ of a clock,

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock!

Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps

Is poured around the celler-floor in red and yeller heaps;

And your cider-makin’ ’s over, and your wimmern-folks is through

With their mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too! ...

I don’t know how to tell it—but ef sich a thing could be

As the Angels wantin’ boardin’, and they’d call around on me—

I’d want to ’commodate ’em—all the whole-indurin’ flock—

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock!

  There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
Ecclesiastes 3:1