This weekend, my good friend Mackenzie came up to my Mum’s house for a weekend out of the city. Naturally, we gorged on pumpkin beers and carved a few.
Of course, we had our ever-present four legged shadow, Sir Winston Churchill, helping us throughout the way. I love how, with such ease, Mackenzie is able to carve the living hell out of that pumpkin with a butcher knife and still scratch my dog about the stomach, a demand he well…demands, often.
You can read more about our glorious weekend in New Hampshire at Mack’s brilliant little blog, a compendium of delights. The weekend was one of those delights, for sure.