punkin huntin'

It rained all week - gloomy October cold and soggy. And then the day we had decided to go punkin huntin' arrived, and it is gorgeous! The ground's muddy but that's why we have boots. And there's sunshine!



We arrived at Liepold's farm about 10AM. There were already mob of happy parents and confused kidlets checking out the pony rides and the corn maze and the punkin-chunker (a giant, ground-mounted slingshot. You pay a small fee and are allowed to choose a small pumpkin, load it into the slingshot, haul back, and let-er-fly! This sport is quite popular with young males, and the ground in front of the chunker is littered with broken pumpkin bits.




Of course, the farmer also grew a couple giant gourds. DH is included for perspective.

Is this not a perfect October photo? Now how does one select JUST the perfect pumpkin? Not too big, not too small, not too tall, not too squatty . . .



We got THREE pumpkins. Also in our wheelbarrow is a dellicata squash (the longish one) and a carnival squash (the one like a colorful acorn) I love squash, though DH hate's 'em, so he is going to cook them for me and see how I like them. We may try to grow a squash next summer.

Now I have 50 plus pounds of pumpkins to clean and carve. Whee-hee! This was a perfect punkin huntin' day! You take memories like this and store them carefully in a clean corner of your mind, take them out often to polish and appreciate, and rejoice in the pleasure of having them.