White Gunpowder

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The farms are officially open for pumpkin picking.  Last weekend, Bill and I decided to go out for a drive and visit the nearby farms to see what they have for us this year.  The kids had other plans and wanted  to stay home and rest.  They will probably go with me at a later date to get their carving pumpkins.  It worked out great for us to have some time together on a little excursion even if it was just out looking for pumpkins. We had country music playing on the radio as we talked and had great conversations about things.  When we arrived at the farm, it was still early in the morning and the fields had not been disturbed. I could see the different colors scattered throughout the fields, and of course my eyes went directly to where the blue, gray, and white pumpkins were growing.  We had the whole field to ourselves.  Each pumpkin was just as beautiful as the next one.  I had the hardest time deciding which one to pick.  We walked through the fields and wondered back and forth many times.  After  two hours, our wheelbarrow was full.  It was a successful trip.   We came home with over 150 pounds of pumpkins in the back of the truck.  They were cleaned and trimmed of extra vines and leaves before I placed them inside the house.

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