I’m suffering from gourd guilt. I bought them to add a bit of atmosphere to the homestead, but now that Thanksgiving has come and gone, they’ve been summarily rejected for greens and glitter.
However, before giving them the heave ho, I have to stop and stare at them.
Seems only fitting (gourd guilt) that I honor their memory with a few last glimpses into their short-lived lives.
Rest in peace gourds!
See you next year!
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