{"id":9449,"date":"2013-10-31T13:03:00","date_gmt":"2013-10-31T13:03:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/?p=9449"},"modified":"2026-01-15T20:19:54","modified_gmt":"2026-01-15T20:19:54","slug":"pumpkin-party-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/?p=9449","title":{"rendered":"Pumpkin Party"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8230;&#8230;..Last night we had carving of pumpkins. I have written a lot lately about poetry &#8211; sorry to be such a bore &#8211; but it is an escape, for me anyway. Lines from poems often roll around in my head or pop up when I&#8217;m about to write, which happened just now. The first line of the post is actually an echo from the title of a poem by Henry Reed, &#8220;Today we have naming of parts.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Carving pumpkins is a family affair in our house. I go out with my husband to pick out two pumpkins at the local supermarket. We used to go into the country to buy one from a farmer, but they were very expensive and quite small for the money. So now we drive three blocks to the grocery store, where they are more of a lost leader and buy two very plump pumpkins.<\/p>\n<p>My husband hollows them out and our two sons carve them. Here is my eldest&#8217;s take on the horrid Jack o&#8217; the Lantern.<\/p>\n<table align=\"center\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" class=\"tr-caption-container\" style=\"margin-left: auto;margin-right: auto;text-align: center\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align: center\"><a href=\"http:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/10\/pumpkin1-1.jpg\" style=\"margin-left: auto;margin-right: auto\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"320\" src=\"http:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/10\/pumpkin1-1.jpg\" width=\"255\" \/><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td class=\"tr-caption\" style=\"text-align: center\">Pumpkin &#8211; with outside light<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p>Here he is again with a candle.<\/p>\n<table align=\"center\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" class=\"tr-caption-container\" style=\"margin-left: auto;margin-right: auto;text-align: center\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align: center\"><a href=\"http:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/10\/pumpkin2-1.jpg\" style=\"margin-left: auto;margin-right: auto\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"320\" src=\"http:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/10\/pumpkin2-1.jpg\" width=\"305\" \/><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td class=\"tr-caption\" style=\"text-align: center\">Pumpkin with inside light.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p>\nAnd here is my youngest&#8217;s interpretation. He looks a lot like Jack from The Nightmare Before Christmas.<\/p>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both;text-align: center\">\n<a href=\"http:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/10\/pumpkin3-1.jpg\" style=\"margin-left: 1em;margin-right: 1em\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"320\" src=\"http:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/10\/pumpkin3-1.jpg\" width=\"271\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>Here is a link to a wonderful history of the pumpkin and why it is called <a href=\"http:\/\/www.kitchenproject.com\/history\/Pumpkin\/\">One of the Three Sisters<\/a>.<\/p>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both;text-align: center\">\n<a href=\"http:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/10\/pumpkin4-1.jpg\" style=\"margin-left: 1em;margin-right: 1em\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"320\" src=\"http:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/10\/pumpkin4-1.jpg\" width=\"301\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>Finally the poem mentioned above, in case you were interested. It really has nothing to do with pumpkins. It&#8217;s the wrong season as well. However, the title is orange.<\/p>\n<h2 class=\"title\" style=\"color: #f88000;font-size: 1.583em;margin: 42px 0px 12px\">\nNaming of Parts<\/h2>\n<div style=\"margin-top: 20px;min-height: 570px\">\n<div class=\"KonaBody\" style=\"background-color: white;color: #333333;font-size: 12px;line-height: 14px\">\n<div style=\"font-family: Arial, sans-serif;font-size: 1.167em;line-height: 1.5;margin-bottom: 21px;margin-top: 12px\">\nToday we have naming of parts. Yesterday,<br \/>\nWe had daily cleaning. And tomorrow morning,<br \/>\nWe shall have what to do after firing. But today,<br \/>\nToday we have naming of parts. Japonica<br \/>\nGlistens like coral in all the neighboring gardens,<br \/>\nAnd today we have naming of parts.<\/p>\n<p>This is the lower sling swivel. And this<br \/>\nIs the upper sling swivel, whose use you will see,<br \/>\nWhen you are given your slings. And this is the piling swivel,<br \/>\nWhich in your case you have not got. The branches<br \/>\nHold in the gardens their silent, eloquent gestures,<br \/>\nWhich in our case we have not got.<\/p>\n<p>This is the safety-catch, which is always released<br \/>\nWith an easy flick of the thumb. And please do not let me<br \/>\nSee anyone using his finger. You can do it quite easy<br \/>\nIf you have any strength in your thumb. The blossoms<br \/>\nAre fragile and motionless, never letting anyone see<br \/>\nAny of them using their finger.<\/p>\n<p>And this you can see is the bolt. The purpose of this<br \/>\nIs to open the breech, as you see. We can slide it<br \/>\nRapidly backwards and forwards: we call this<br \/>\nEasing the spring. And rapidly backwards and forwards<br \/>\nThe early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers:<br \/>\nThey call is easing the Spring.<\/p>\n<p>They call it easing the Spring: it is perfectly easy<br \/>\nIf you have any strength in your thumb: like the bolt,<br \/>\nAnd the breech, the cocking-piece, and the point of balance,<br \/>\nWhich in our case we have not got; and the almond blossom<br \/>\nSilent in all of the gardens and the bees going backwards and forwards,<br \/>\nFor today we have the naming of parts.&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div>\n<span style=\"color: black;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: small;line-height: normal\">Tonight we will have screaming of witches.&nbsp;<\/span><\/div>\n<div>\n<span style=\"color: black;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: small;line-height: normal\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div>\n<span style=\"color: black;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: small;line-height: normal\">Have an amazing day!!<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8230;&#8230;..Last night we had carving of pumpkins. I have written a lot lately about poetry &#8211; sorry to be such a bore &#8211; but it is an escape, for me anyway. Lines from poems often roll around in my head or pop up when I&#8217;m about to write, which happened just now. 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