I distinctly remember realizing on October 29th that all of the pumpkins we had grown in our garden were far too small for a proper Jack-o-Lantern. I recall getting my oldest son off the school bus and rushing over to our local farm store. There we purchased this big fellow in the photo. I drew on the face, the kids contended with the seeds and "guts" and my husband (a lover of power tools) carved its features using a skill saw. Four days later, I took the pumpkin out to the garden all the while apologizing to it for its time in our home being so short-lived (Ha! little did I know). Usually we watch our old pumpkins put on their own type of gruesome Halloween display as they decay in a pile of mush ... but not Old Jack here. He survived Thanksgiving and then, miraculously he remained in tact through Christmas. I think we accidentally freeze dried our Jack-o-Lantern! So, in the middle of January, I snapped this picture to record this bit of craziness for all time. Yes, it really has been that cold.