J loved observing the aforementioned unquestionably, but he has been waiting impatiently for the big kahuna of harvests, the pumpkins and squash, or les courges as they are collectively termed in this part of the world.
We have dubbed these freshly picked piles of courges awaiting collection, 'Courge Inuksuks'
The farmers had to lovingly blanket these'Courge Inuksuks' with straw as a frost was anticipated during the night.
A delightful little marché des courges has opened in our village directly across from the 2 largest pumpkin fields to which we make daily pilgrimages. Yesterday, we attended the annual Fête de la courge in Corsier, a neighbouring village, with my friend Mighty Mom and her family.
Wandering row upon row of courges
These are called 'Jack-Be-Little's
J and I enjoying a saucisse lunch at the Fête de la courge in Corsier
The view from Mighty Mom's backyard in Corsier. Looking towards the French Alps and Mont Blanc.