After Thanksgiving, I waxed nostalgic about canned pumpkin. My friend who writes at Calypte’s Scanner Diary, told me where I might find some. And today, Sarge comes home from Christmas shopping with two cans of this lovely stuff:
I like how the light is shining on the can. As if it’s been sent by the Gods of Canned Pumpkin. Or my Nana.
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