Yes, folks, pumpkin season has arrived. Early this summer, my husband decided to grow pumpkins in the 1/2 acre garden he had used last year for just potatoes.
I asked, "Just what are you going to do with all the pumpkins, deer food?" I was a little surprised when he said no.
The first picture shows about a third of what he got out of his
' little patch.'
He's been pretty busy moving his prize orbs around,
from the pile by the barn to the wagon by the road,
from the pile by the barn,
to his treasures on the deck for the grandkids.
I've even gotten into the action,
loading tractors, unloading, piling by size
(at first), that got old real fast.
We put up a couple signs only by our place
so as not to mess with the farmer on the other side of town.
There are even gourds of many colors,
shapes and sizes., of which there will be more
(shhh, next year.)
The FREEZE warnings came so we had to
start to cover everything nightly.
click any image to enlarge and if you enlarge the one above,
you will see Bill in the cold morning un-covering his pumpkin wagon.
By now, you may have heard that the freeze
turned into SNOW? yes, and more snow,
and still more of the wet, sticky, stuff yelling,
"I'm Here and I think I'll stay."
Finally, these past 2 days, it warmed enough to
melt most of it and show us the last of the green grass,
and the orange of the pumpkins again. Yeah!
That bit of news sure put smiles on the grandloves again.
We are thinking here, they said, as they wondered how they would carve this years hand-picked pumpkins grown right here at Grandma and Grandpa's Pumpkin Patch.
We cut the prices this weekend and the wagon will
need restocking in the morning.
After this venture is all over, I plan to put another bug
in my guys ear about a long roadtrip.
til next adventure I cannot wait to show you,
Life's Been a Blast