Yes, it’s that time of year. The time when everywhere you turn, you can’t help but trip over pumpkins. And that’s OK with me because I love all things fall, especially big, bumpy pumpkins and gourds. We had a chance to hit our church’s pumpkin patch this weekend and my daughter got to pick out her very own pumpkins for the first time. Like mama, she was thrilled. Of course, one of those pumpkins she’s carrying is technically supposed to be her baby brother’s, but when asked about it later she somehow didn’t remember hearing anything about having to share.