Smashing Pumpkins (no, not the band)
For most people, Halloween means carving pumpkins. For us, it means smashing pumpkins. A local farmer raises pumpkins for the season, but what does he do, post-Halloween, with the ones that don’t sell or the ones that are blemished or oddly-shaped? We back our pickup into his pumpkin patch, and fill it full of pumpkins. (Lots of shepherds have pumpkin suppliers, but most of us guard the information jealously to ensure we continue to get our pumpkin fix.)
Why is a shepherd interested in pumpkins?
Sheep love pumpkins. No, that’s not quite right, so let me restate that: Sheep LOVE pumpkins.
They don’t have the dental skills to gnaw through the tough rind, so we help out by smashing the pumpkins for them. How’s that for spoiled sheep?
Two of our tame ewes request that I smash a pumpkin for them.
Other ewes catch on, and just as I’m prepared for a forceful smash, three ewes crowd around me for a pumpkin treat, and there’s no room for smashing!
Sheep aren’t known for sharing, but it happens now and then.
That’s it. I’m done smashing for the day. Gotta get on with things.
So next year, gather up your neighborhood’s pumpkins, drive out to the country, find some sheep, ask the shepherd’s permission, then smash those pumpkins. It’s very satisfying. Melissa and I love smashing the pumpkins almost as much as our sheep love eating them.