By Robin DearingOne of the things I love about living in this valley is its bounty. Yesterday saw us happily tromping around one of the local pumpkin patches in search of the perfect "punkin" that could be gutted and turned into a festive jack-o-lantern. It was a gorgeous day and despite my fear that we'd already turned the corner into winter, we were warmed by the late-fall sun. (In some cases, maybe there was a little too much sun!) We found some really great pumpkins. The kids chose non-traditional, but uber-creepy, white pumpkins, while Bill and I settled on a small orange one and a big one that was mostly covered with webbed green veins. Throwing fear of moldy pumpkins on Halloween to the non-existant wind, we decided to take full advantage of the beautiful day and hauled our pumpkins into the backyard. We sliced, scraped, poked and carved away until we ended up with these: We learned that white pumpkins are much thicker-skinned than their orange counterparts and therefore much more difficult to transform into a spooky jack-o-lantern. And I was reminded once again that while my baby is growing up, I am enjoying the traditions and celebrations of the holidays more and more each year I spend with her.