Anniversary Pumpkins

Ever since I was a little witch, my favorite thing to do each Autumn has been to tromp through a muddy field and find the perfect pumpkin for the year. I go in with no thought as to what sort of pumpkin I'd like to get, rather preferring to wander the field until one strikes me. So it's no wonder that a pumpkin patch is where Joe proposed to me and no surprise that it's quickly becoming a tradition to go pumpkin picking on our anniversary. I don't know what I'll do when it falls on a weekday next year and there are no patches open, but I'll worry about that then.

That being said, yesterday we went to a local field that had a corn maze and a pumpkin patch, so we could get our fill of fun in one convenient location. Let me tell you that having lived in the North my whole life, this was a completely weird pumpkin experience for me. First off, the corn maze only came up to our chests and as such it was near impossible to really get lost. We're used to corn stalks that go over our heads! As if that wasn't odd enough, for the first time in my entire life not only was I sweating while pumpkin picking, I was wearing a tank top since it was 86 degrees! I'm accustomed to wearing a sweatshirt because it's going to be in the 60's and probably windy, which to be perfectly honest, is much better weather to carry heavy gourds in.

We made the most of it though and ended up hauling home 5 perfect pumpkins.

Why yes, that IS Boba Fett on my hat.





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