These pumpkins have been sitting around for over a month. I’ve been eyeing them simply dying to know how it would feel to stomp them into pieces in an old pair of boots. Taking them out near the compost, stroking them with the boots in anticipation, I can’t help noticing everyone glancing over to see what I’m doing. There are roofers at the house next door, internet installers on the other side and movers across the way. Deciding it doesn’t matter if they watch it’s time to crush the pumpkins, feeling the satisfying crack when they give way. Do you see some of them stopping to watch? I bet ... Show more