On Labor Day we visited Park City’s historic Main Street for the annual Miners’ Day festivities. Perched along the parade route, I noticed a tiny patch of lush grass in a crack of the sidewalk alongside my curb side chair. Because I always travel with yarn and needles, I whipped up this tiny little pumpkin no larger than my thumbnail. Using a tad of a plastic bag for the stuffing and a nearby stick, ‘Miner Sized Pumpkin’ was left behind.
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