To the pumpkin patch

This is from last year's trip to Gene the Pumpkin Man.







And this is from this year.

(Daddy was checking out the power lines over the pumpkin patch - he didn't know about the hum they make)


Same pumpkin, bigger kid.

We took our 2nd annual trip to see Gene the Pumpkin Man today. This link takes you to a little story about how he got started as the The Pumpkin Man. http://www.vegetablegrowersnews.com/pages/arts.php?ns=112). This was his 50 year anniversary in the pumpkin business. He's nothing fancy but everything is orange. The only difference from last year was the addition of "50 years" stickers on anything that didn't move. You drive into his driveway, up the hill and park on his lawn. When you get out of your vehicle, you pick your orange wagon or orange wheelbarrow and proceed to roam through this man's front and back yard which is sectioned in groups of pumpkins. You pick your pumpkins and put them in your wagon. He also sells, squash, gourds, straw, Indian corn, honey, and even corn stalks. Once you have made your selections, you pull your orange wagon to the man wearing an orange flannel shirt with an orange cowboy hat, who is sitting on an orange milk can with an orange tractor seat welded onto it, you give him your money in exchange for the contents of your wagon, he laughs and jokes with you a little bit and warmly thanks you for coming.

Like I said, it's nothing fancy, I guess it's the small town girl inside, wanting to help out the little man. As we were walking back to the car, with Jacob in tow, crying "I want", he wanted to go in the big pumpkin again, I couldn't help but think about the Gene the Pumpkin Man and the little business he had here and I felt a little sad as I wondered how many more years I would have before this tradition ends, maybe we should go back to the big pumpkin one more time.