Hi. We’re the Smiths. Mike and Linda. Welcome to our home “when fall nips the air”. Stay and look at our celebration of God’s wonderland of color, and the joy of our little pumpkins through the years.
Eyes are glued to Granddaddy Smith’s carving knife. One slip and it’s back to the pumpkin patch. And maybe all the really big pumpkins are gone.
Time’s a-wastin’. My little “Huns” are eager to disembowel this plump pumpkin.
Meagan and Kayla (l-r) on PawPaw McDaniel’s back porch. During the visits of these first two grandchildren, they helped me care for PawPaw and MawMaw McDaniel, my parents. They loved taking their medications to them and helping me make oatmeal for breakfast. My pet name for Meagan and Kayla was “Precious”, from The Hobbit. They were Precious #1 and Precious #2. When Montana, our third granddaughter, came along a few years later, somehow she became “Pumpkin”.
My big Precious has to get in on the act, too.
Mike Smith, Chief Pumpkin Carver and daughter, Michelle, Chief Supervisor.
Whallah! The finished product. Michelangelo eat your heart out.
Our Pumpkin Patch
Autumn indoors at our house.
From our front yard you can see the sun rise over the hills, lighting up the first glow of autumn leaves.
“When fall nipped the air” some years ago, we sat and enjoyed watching the fire instead of the TV. If you’ll look closely, you can see the profile of our cozy orange tabby tucked on a foot rest enjoying it, too. Although he is no longer with us, nor are PawPaw and MawMaw McDaniel, they are pictured always in our hearts in bright colors of love.