I'm hoping it will be better than the ones of my childhood. Those memories are filed with mud and tears and the overwhelming desire to go home.
For years, I didn't go. I boycotted the entire affair. I eventually found myself in possession of a drivers license so I went on my own (usually to the closest grocery store) to get my pumpkin. Then I found my way to the closest pumpkin patch, choosing a nice, dry day.
Recently, I've found better and better pumpkin patches. I like the one out at Kruger Farms on Sauvie's Island. I love Bauman's in Gervais, near Mt. Angel.
This year's will be a new one for me, some place out in Sandy. I won't post the name until after we get back just in case it's awful. I understand they have some sort of hay maze and a pumpkin slingshot so it can't be all bad. If all else fails, I always have FarmVille.
Is there anything more symbolic of October than the pumpkin?I think not.
It's one of the last things still on the vine during the harvest. I grew a few a couple years back. I might grow more next year. Eventually, I'd like to fill my back yard with pumpkin vines and fig trees. And maybe a hazelnut tree. Still thinking about that one.
It's also a thing of fairy tales and wonder. Would Cinderella ever have made it to the ball without her pumpkin carriage?
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