You go to the pumpkin patch and pick out new ones! Notice "ones", plural. Virginia was in town, so we hit up Ferndale and scoured the land for some beautiful gourds.
V doesn't mess around when pumpkin huntin'. She went straight for the 35-pounder. The picture just doesn't do it justice.
This one helps you get a slightly better idea. That's a small child in pumpkin form.
With their pumpkin booty...! Jeremy and I picked out the one on the left in the wagon. It's beauuuutiful. Yellow with little flecks of orange. Can't wait to carve it up! But, must wait... don't want it to meet the same fate as our last one.