My little town of Barnesville, Ohio
has an annual Pumpkin Festival.
It has been going on since the 1960s
and is a celebration of fall and harvest.
It is actually the last full weekend of September,
but to me and many in our town,
it has more of an October feel to it.
The stores compete in a storefront decoration contest
as do residences.
This Victorian village is a cornucopia of front porches and front yards
ideal for huge displays of scarecrows, hay stacks, pumpkins, and the absolute 'must':
There are many activities throughout the four-day celebration,
such as hog calling, tobacco spitting, pie-eating, best fudge, pumpkin pie, other delights,
best pet costume, all kinds of bands, and a big parade on Saturday afternoon.
Here are some high lights:
Scenes from the Pumpkin Festival Parade:
Part of my front porch.
The other side of my front porch.
A display I walk past to and front the festival. It's just one block from my home.
I don't know these kids; I just needed a photo of King Pumpkin and its runner-up,
so I ended up having them in the shot.
King Pumpkin was small this year.
Two years ago, it hit almost 1500 lbs.
I didn't get the picture taken until they were dismounting the display,
so the third biggest has already been loaded up and taken away.
The seeds of King Pumpkin are auctioned off each year.
Our local grocery store usually buys the pumpkin.
Here are photos from last year.
I'm late posting this week,
but you can still check out others' corner views
on Francesca's host site.