I’ve tried and failed so many times to grow pumpkins. The last time Riley and I went to the farmers market we talked to this farmer for at least 20 minutes discussing how to naturally avoid your pumpkin crop from being molested and destroyed by stink bugs.
When he mentioned going as far as planting a sacrificial crop, I was first impressed by his hard work and dedication then secondly, sobered by the effort it’d take to accomplish a small pumpkin patch of my own.
Maybe someday, maybe never, but for sure not for us now.
So since we can’t grow our own we found ourselves in a classic autumnal excursion. A bona fide pumpkin patch excursion that is. It had to of been 20 acres at the least. Huge, I tell you! After my conversation with the man at the market, I was humbled by these farmers’ crop.
We started the day with some french toasted at our good friends’ and neighbor’s house. Putting on our best clothes, good looking, not functional for walking fields, that is, we headed off for some pumpkin picking. Well, I can’t say the boys didn’t care about the right shoes for wondering a field, but we have sweet husbands that chose fall and fashionable clothes. They knew their wives considered this a date. Such sweeties we have – don’t we?!
So off we go to pick pumpkins. I knew myself well enough that I needed to envision what pumpkins I wanted and how many to have in front of our house before scavenging the fields. Otherwise, I would have been overwhelmed with options and couldn’t have envisioned what I’d like best and likely leave without any pumpkins for fall decor.
Without acknowledging this self truth to Riley, all I spoke to him was that I envisioned a tall one, a white squatty and a dark small round one.
I ran around picking up and putting down everything I hadn’t envisioned, all the while, Riley politely reminding me to keep on track. But Riley still held all the wrong pumpkins while I kept searching for more. In the end, Riley directed me back to exactly what I had envisioned.
Debbie and Ben too wondered the fields to find their perfect dark red pumpkin. We all ended up with our own special pumpkins to sit at our front doors greeting guests with a friendly reminder of the beauty of fall.
I’m sure glad we all went! There isn’t much to say other than it was a relaxing and filling time with laughter and good conversations. To see such a site and experience such beauty in nature grounded me in thankfulness.