Pumpkin the Scarecrow

What's a garden without a scarecrow?

My mom wanted a scarecrow for her garden.
It was a family affair, everyone pitched in to help.

The kids were excited to be involved and seeing our creation come together was fun.

I had lots of opinions about how wrong my dad and Eric were doing it.

Because I'm the leading expert on scarecrow building.

Or as my dad kindly put it, I graduated from Scarecrow 101.

We used my old clothes. My "fat" clothes.

It was slightly (Ok, extremely) embarrassing to see them stuffing the pants

I used to wear and my dad kept cracking jokes all day about the amount of

stuffing it took to fill my old jeans. All joking aside, I was so glad to be on the

other side of that problem and working towards a much healthier me...

I digress...

The making of Pumpkin. Charlie named him.

First, it was Mushroom. Then he wanted something scarier so he chose Pumpkin.

Scarier? Not so much, but Pumpkin is adorable.



Between all the scarecrow building, we had some time for some nature-watching,

some snuggles and cuddles from Grandpa, and some laughs.

I love this photo of my dad, although it blurry, he looks happy.

   
I introduce to you, Pumpkin, our very own scarecrow. Isn't he the cutest scarecrow you ever saw?