Last week Dale and I got a hot tip that a pumpkin field near us had been abandoned. By “abandoned” I mean that the farmer who had planted the pumpkins was done picking for the year. And by a “hot tip” I mean we were told to get ourselves over there and pick some pumpkins before they were plowed over.
So on Sunday afternoon we set out for a Sunday drive. Destination: Pumpkin Patch. We were not disappointed.
There were hundreds of pumpkins left behind. Some of the smaller ones were going a bit soft but the big ones were just gorgeous.
Of course I found the biggest pumpkins I could and made sure they were the furthest from the car. I wanted Dale to get some exercise. You understand, I’m sure. We also picked some acorn squash and a few gourds.
It was a gorgeous day with blue sky and great colors. I took lots and lots of pictures. I never realized pumpkins were so photogenic.
There’s only one sad thing to report. I never did see The Great Pumpkin. Oh well. There’s always next year.