a journey for pumpkins
Yes! You are right. I am crazy for driving over an hour for pumpkins. The thing is I love this place, or I think I can say we love this place. There is a tree swing. There are acres of pumpkins. There is a gallery for special pumpkins. There are bugs. There is dirt. There are no electrical cords taped to the ground or flashing lights. I pay the man who grew the pumpkins. His wife walks around with a guitar singing folk songs I have never heard. There is the opportunity for soda and snacks. And then there is pumpkin pie when we get home.