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5th Nov, 2011 The Pumpkin Patch

I love Autumn because the colors are so vibrant from ground to sky.  Autumn, the time of harvest and of thanksgiving.  Cooler crisp weather settles in, campfires smell better, and time to rake leaves and jump in the middle.  It’s also time for pumpkins, squash, haystacks and bales and corn stalks, witches, ghosts and magic.  I love Hallowe’en; it’s probably my favorite “holiday” of the year, just because it’s so fun – adults and kids alike can put on costumes and be anyone we’d like, our fantasy persona exposed for one day of the year.  But, seeing a pumpkin patch filled with pumpkins and squash, I don’t know, it’s just seeing the vividness of orange sitting in a brown field, or sent to a “pumpkin patch” where they are scattered hither and yon on a green field of grass.  To me there is something really exciting about that.  Large, medium and small pumpkins, the smell of a real wood fire mixed with the cinnamon-y taste and smell of hot apple cider, added to a cool, clear, crisp day filled with the sounds of children’s laughter.  Okay, call me a romanticist.  It doesn’t bother me.  It’s what I grew up with, what I remember, and what I try to re-discover each year.

A shoe view of some of the pumpkins. (Left)

I don’t know who this dad and daughter are, but they were just too darned cute! (Right)