It seems like every other Ann Arborite turned into a pumpkin this weekend.
They are everywhere. Shopping centers, front yards, balconies, grocery stores, coffee shops, you name it. I didn’t even know the planet could produce so many pumpkins in one season.
And every time I see them, I think of Cinderella.
And then Solero. When we were partying in LA, she would always come and find me a few minutes before sunrise and drag me home. Or to a diner for breakfast. And she would always say “phew, we barely made it in time, right before turning into pumpkins”. That was my favorite joke.