I mentioned in my last post that we went to Jordan's Farm in Cape Elizabeth on Wednesday. They really do have glorious produce, and I can't resist their displays, like the old bathtub above full of pie pumpkins.
But what charmed the same part of me that's drawn to the most forlorn, Charlie Brown-lookalike tree on the lot every December were the jack-o-lanterns awaiting their demise after the farm's Halloween revelries.
Charred, withered, and one short step from the compost heap, these guys had character.
Especially this one below, who reminded me of myself most mornings of late.
What? You wanna piece of me?