In another episode of “I am So Frakking Jealous of My Mom’s Garden” here are her pumpkins:
I mean, honestly. Not only is the sheepdog in shaggy/adorable phase, but those are some massive freaking pumpkins. IN A PULL CART, no less.
FALL DECOR DOESN’T GET EASIER THAN THAT.
Mom, I suggest maybe hittin’ the Agway and getting a bale of hay, too. Round out the vignette, if you will.
I shared this image yesterday on Young House Love, but of course I kind of botched it. Oh well. If I can’t brag about my own accomplishments, the accomplisments of the woman who birthed me are a very close second best.
Seriously. That’s a 100 pound, full-grown, male Old English Sheepdog. He’s the size of a pony.
*guh* I want a bigger yard.
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