We went to the pumpkin patch.
It doesn’t matter if I grow my own pumpkins – we still go to the pumpkin patch every year. There are always varieties, colors and gourds at the pumpkin patch that I don’t have growing at my place. After all, this guys specializes in pumpkins. I specialize in nothing.
I load up the kids every fall, about the 4th week in October because this is when you can get pumpkins for 90 cents each. I like to decorate the
world homestead with pumpkins in fall. I keep my orange friends around until Thanksgiving. Then they get blasted with shotguns and we get out the Christmas decorations.
When we arrived at the pumpkin patch there were old, wood trailers covered in pumpkins.
They were already picked, cleaned and ready to take home.
Just sitting on the trailers. We could just load up the van and be out of here in 5 minutes.
Oh no. If there is a field of pumpkins to be explored – we shall conquer it.
Those will never do. We must hike through 3 acre’s of itchy squash vines to find the perfect pumpkin.
See those kids WAAAAAYYYYY out there in the middle of nowhere, I mean in the middle of the pumpkin patch? I think they are searching for the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.
And eventually you’ll find it. The perfect pumpkin. And, by the way, it’s green.