We drove way out into the country and found a nice patch where pumpkins of all shapes,:
textures,:
ripeness,:
and configurations, could be found:
And there were plenty to choose from. If you couldn't find your pumpkin in one field, there were other fields off in the distance to scour:
We saw the Great Pumpkin rise out of the pumpkin patch!:
I found the perfect squash!:
I had a hand carrying it back:
When we had each found a perfect specimen, we hauled our pumpkin loot back to the barn:
Where there were pumpkin horses pulling carts loaded with you-know-what:
As we drove away, they seemed to say, "Bye! Come back next year!":
Now comes the hard part - deciding how to carve our Jack-O'Lanterns!
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Happy Halloween IQCB. I just learned that crabapple is the only apple native to North America. Guess who did I think of when I read that?!
I like your pumpkin synopsis.
My favorite pumpkin-gathering expedition was when I took my son and his best friend to the local patch. I told them that they could get any pumpkin that they could get to the car. Enterprising young things that they were, they found a guy with a tractor who agreed to haul a GIANT pumpkin to where we were parked, and even fork-lift it into the trunk.
Hi Ocean Girl!
I did not know that tidy little fact about crab apples. I love learning things through blogging! Thanks!
Hi ricki!
That is just too good of a story to keep to yourself - write it up as a personal essay, and sometime next summer send it off to various magazines to see if one would like to publish it in their October issue.
Thanks for the story!
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