Written October 2014
Oh the Pumpkin patch… I look forward to it every year (even before having kids!). The search for the perfect pumpkin among the sea of orange… Somehow, my memories always seem to fail me in one area: The darker side of the patch. Piles of mutilated or rotting pumpkins line the path to our treasure. So we travel further into the sea. But alas, each and every globe of gold has begun its decent into the deep. Rot consumes them. “Oh, here is one!” No, it too is done for. Sigh… So we do what every good parent should do. We find the ones that look good on one side, take adorable pictures to remember our fun trip, and then we leave empty handed to head to a grocery store for our “perfect” pumpkin!
Oh the Pumpkin patch… I look forward to it every year (even before having kids!). The search for the perfect pumpkin among the sea of orange… Somehow, my memories always seem to fail me in one area: The darker side of the patch. Piles of mutilated or rotting pumpkins line the path to our treasure. So we travel further into the sea. But alas, each and every globe of gold has begun its decent into the deep. Rot consumes them. “Oh, here is one!” No, it too is done for. Sigh… So we do what every good parent should do. We find the ones that look good on one side, take adorable pictures to remember our fun trip, and then we leave empty handed to head to a grocery store for our “perfect” pumpkin!
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