Tuesday, October 9, 2012
This past weekend was a nice mixture of work and play. On Saturday we took a drive into the country in search of an auction that we had our eyes on. It was a beautiful drive through rolling hills, pastures, and vibrant, in full-fall colored trees. We were in Amish country and just being there made our heart-rate fall and our breathing slow. The kids loved seeing the horse and buggies, we enjoyed seeing the clothes on the line swinging in the breeze and the children working in the yards and fields. It spurred some serious conversations between Collin and I.
The boys behaved well through the auction and we promised them pumpkins on the way home. Unfortunately, it got late (and dark) quick and we had to postpone our trip until Sunday morning. While the boys didn't seem to mind, I felt very bad about this. I don't want to make promises we don't deliver, even if it is something as small as pumpkins. Instead, we headed home to set up Nolan's crib and arrange his room.
In the end, it worked out well that we didn't have time for pumpkins on Saturday because on Sunday morning, just after breakfast, we bundled up and headed to the patch not far from our house. We had never been there before and didn't know what to expect, which might be the reason it was so perfect.
The 'pumpkin and gourds here' sign sat in front of the people's house, the entrance was between two large rocks situated in the middle of the house and garden, there was a tent on the perimeter of the patch that listed prices and had a cash box. Two dogs came out to greet us and the owners popped out at one point to corral them in. Other than that it was just us and the boys and this large garden of pumpkins for our choosing. It was perfect. Pumpkins (any size) were $2 a piece, pie pumpkins and gourds were $0.50. The boys kept running back in search of another and at that price, we said, okay, one more. Our car was brimming with pumpkins and squash when we pulled away and we all agreed it was the most fun we've had pumpkin patching yet.
Of course, this trip also spurred conversations. Conversations about how we will carve these pumpkins, and about how much squash we are going to eat this year (and the lack of complaining I want to hear from those who picked it!), and about next year's garden. Being away from home, we didn't have a garden this year. But next year, next year! we have plans, and those plans just might include some pumpkins.