I've always thought these were called Cinderella Pumpkins but the ranchers today called them Fairy Tale Pumpkins. Either way, pretty.
Redwing Blackbirds on the wing.It's a half hour drive out to the pumpkin patch and the scenery was inspiringly beautiful everywhere you looked. A storm dawdled and dipped down over the mountains but left the valley in peek-a-boo sunshine. The oaks and cottonwoods were bright orange and yellow. The baby and road work made it difficult to find places to pull over to take photos and even when we did, it didn't capture how misty the mountains were, how vibrant the colors. You might try double clicking on this last one to see the details a bit better. Ah well, I'll look at the photos and remember.