Summer—it clung to the air till mid-October this year, wrapped around Jefferson County’s shoulders like a wool shawl on a sunny morning, bringing no few days in the mid 70’s, to the point that even the most diehard sun-baskers among us could not help but think that maybe a little rain would be nice. And, as if heeding the call of the falling leaves, summer has finally succumbed to the inevitable: the changing of the seasons, bringing with it not just the rain, but the fires to our hearths, the mud boots to our chilly feet, and yes, pumpkins, the quintessential gourd of autumn.
Entangled in our conscience as the harbinger to the long dark nights of winter that Halloween commences, the pumpkin is the way-shower, its mere color a faux sun, hollowed out and carved up with a candle in it, grinning, calling us into the darkness. What lies in the shadowy realms beyond the reach of the flickering glow of this maniacally illuminated fruit? Hopefully pie!!
Here at Red Dog Farm we are starting fall out with our pie pumpkins. Delicious and cute, they are perfect for making tasty pumpkin pies, or carve them up for an adorable jack-o’-lantern that all the neighbors will envy. But whatever you do, don’t let Billy Corgan get a hold of them.