Thank goodness our good friends, the Johns, take pity on us every year by letting us pick pumpkins on their farm. I mean, check these pictures out. Now that's a pumpkin patch! Every year I have great pumpkin growing ambitions, and every year we end up back at Greg and Amanda's patch. It's a sad gardener that can't grow a good pumpkin and I'm afraid that's me. But I'm sure I'll keep trying.
Also, I always think I'll limit the kids (and me, who am I kidding) to one pumpkin each. But every year we end up with 3 or 4 per person. There's just so many cute ones! Little, tiny ones and big fat perfect-for-carving ones. Pumpkins that have the perfect stems, the best shape, the fun colored ones, or the odd, warty ones. I have a love affair with pumpkins.
They always tell us to pay them in homemade chocolate chip cookies. I think we owe them about a hundred dozen.
I sure love living in the country.
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