What, you ask, was the first thing we did after we got back from our Jamaica? We went to the pumpkin patch, of course. Mr. Burton was sweet enough to get me all the pumpkins I wanted…even the big “warty” one that was my favorite pick that we brought home (and is still in it’s spot by the front door). We snagged two perfect pumpkins for carving, one for looks, and three little ones for the mantle. With all the unpacking happening around here, these pumpkins are pretty much the extent of our fall decorations this year. And I don’t mind a bit.