Fall is one of my favorite times of the year to spend with my dad. He is extremely generous and goes nuts giving away squash and pumpkins. Dad mentioned the other day that a goal of his for next year is to grow enough squash and pumpkins that he can donate a bunch to the local food shelf. What a great guy...Dad grows lots of different pumpkins, but growing up I was always partial to Baby Boos. These are tiny handheld white pumpkins. Throughout my grade school years dad would always pick enough for me to bring them to everyone in my class at school. We would spend a class hour painting the pumpkins and everyone at school would think my dad was the coolest. Dad stopped growing those when I became to cool for my dad's silly little pumpkins.
Despite this, my dad has never been deterred from growing new kinds every year. I think he is most proud of his giant pumpkins. It takes him an hour to get out of the garden and roll up to the big oak tree in the center of the yard, but once it is there, he sure is proud. These are a few of his smallest pumpkins this year. My sister and him are loading them in the car to bring home to the grandson.
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