Everyday on the way to work, I pass this truck and sign. Don’t you just love it?!?!?! Talk about bringing back memories.
I picture all those school field trips to the pumpkin patch. The sun shines brightly but without the intensity of it’s summer heat. The jacket I wear for the morning chill gets peeled off in the midst of a dusty field, for I have worked up a slight sweat hastily searching for that perfect pumpkin (hastily because the other kids my find it before I do). After an eternity of searching and hemming and hawing, I tote that pumpkin back, setting it carefully next to me on the trailer as the tractor pulls us back to the barn. I loved field trips to the pumpkin patch. They’re one of those precious memories that come back to me this time of year.
Well, in this season of my life, I don’t go out to the patch to actually pick a pumpkin anymore. But going to a farm is necessary…picking pumpkins at Dillons and Walmart just doesn’t have the same effect (though I do that as well).
There’s a produce farm just a mile from my parent’s home. Just until a year ago, they simply put a trailer full of pumpkins by the road and a coffee can in a box. You picked out your wares and put the money in the can on the honor system. I loved that for the fact of it’s simplicity and trust and quaintness. Now, they have you come to the barn to pick out and pay. It is still quaint.