I sent an email out to our neighborhood, asking for people's leftover jack-o-lanterns and fall gourds for our backyard compost pile.
(Don't you think the one pumpkin with the x's for eyes looks like he's being forcefed the pumpkin on top of him?)
Cut up 9 pumpkins. I could hear the squirrels overhead, holding a press conference about the new buffet in town. And while I was cutting, a little mole burrowing through the leaves visited me. Wish I'd gotten a picture.
Then the lovely Shannon and her charming brood showed up with 15 more!
Hey look, my SunChips bag is disintegrating. Pretty cool considering our pile doesn't get very hot.