And that other one: buy fresh, buy local.
Well, I've done my part. Check, and check.
Like every year, we bought our punkins at a local Mom and Pop Pick-Ur-Own farm. Complete with hayride by Pop Lytle himself, and three generations of his kin to help run the place.
And after carving them and setting them out on the stoop for no one to see (we don't get any trick-or-treaters round here), I decided I could offer our pumpkins-turned-neglected-jack-o-lanterns one better than the garbage can.
One better even the compost pile.
I gave them to the chooks!
And they loved them.
The circle of life? It looks a little something like this:
Pumpkin seeds = pumpkins = jack-o-lanterns = food for chickens = eggs.
Orange = green = brown (eggs)
Looks like orange is the new green.
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