Do you love pumpkins but don’t have enough room to grow them? Try growing a miniature variety, such as Jack B. Little. The plants grow well in raised beds or pots, especially if they have some sort of trellis. Here’s a cutie from my garden that’s ready for Halloween!
I had every intention of spending my day cheerfully lounging around in a pumpkin patch and petting miniature horses. I was in fact so excited for the day ahead that I even made one of these outfit layout thingies. I made myself breakfast, took this picture by standing on my tiptoes on an upturned suitcase at the foot of my bed, and then promptly got called in to work. It was a sad, pumpkin-less day indeed.
Author’s note: I’m lying in bed trying to keep warm and I realised I still haven’t been to a pumpkin patch or participated in any Halloween festivities, so I figured I’d write something about autumn and Halloween. :)
At first, it’s a heavy huff and the tugging of the smooth comforter that tears you away from the sweet slumber you were savouring. You shuffle under the covers and shift closer to the warm body that has stripped most the covers selfishly.
“Christ, your feet are cold.” Harry’s deep, somnolent voice mumbles as his arm drapes around you and draws you closer to him. With a small chuckle, you nestle into him, greedily absorbing his body warmth.
There’s nothing better than lying in bed on early mornings with nothing but the sound of soft breaths echoing the bedroom. It had been a while since the bed had been accompanied by anyone other than you. He had been away in L.A in an attempt to get back into the writing world for his third album, only managing to get back to the cold air of London two days ago.
The tips of your fingers glide over his tan skin, tracing the tattoos he painted across his beautiful skin in his younger days.