In defiance of all so called logic, and in the face of impending societal implosion, I decided to grow a pumpkin.

While it may be true that all manner of savage wildlife like pumpkins, and seek to harm my tiny plant life, I know that the more I persevere, the more water and sunlight and nurture I give this pumpkin, the more it grows and matures and ripens: the stronger it will be.

The more vigilant and determined I am, the more chance my pumpkin has of surviving the season, and it is worth the risk because at the end of the day, my people need new life, and the sustenance it provides. The joy that the sight of those chubby orbs of hope and familial tradition bring outweighs the burden of their harvest.

It just so happens I’ve decided to grow a whole patch; become a full time pumpkin farmer. You should too. 🎃🤍

A home is grown by all the love you put inside it, each new life more fuel for the hearth fire to grow into an eternal blaze of familial tradition and cherished ancestry. 🏡

Our lives are temporary, but our legacies can last forever. Make sure yours is well represented. 🌻

🤍 White is right. 🤍