It's the Great Pumpkin!

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I absolutely love October. I love the cool weather, the bright colors, and the warm flavors of fall. As much as I don’t want the baseball season to end, I love the playoffs (even though the Red Sox didn’t get very far this year… *sniff*) and the World Series. I love watching and going to football games (even though the Browns game I went to was absolutely pathetic…), and hockey season is back! I love dressing up for Halloween and passing out candy for Trick or Treat. And it’s completely impossible for me not to watch “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown” when it’s on TV. But what I love more than anything is bundling up in a hoodie and heading out to the local fruit farm to pick my very own pumpkin. There’s something so rewarding about stomping through a muddy pumpkin patch on the quest for the perfect pumpkin. I have to find the one that “speaks” to me. One that draws me in and says “Here I am! Take me home!” Boyfriend just looks for the biggest one he can find. This year, despite being really chilly, and the threat of rain, we made our way to Lynd’s Fruit Farm in Pataskala for tons of pumpkin fun.

The field to the right and the first field to the left were both almost picked bare. There were only a few rotting pumpkins, and those that were dumped in favor of a better pumpkin that remained.


A bit disappointed that we might have already missed out on the perfect pumpkin, I kept trudging away to the farthest field from the car, hoping that no one else had bothered to hike that far, and there might be plenty to choose from.


And boy were there ever! We hit the pumpkin jackpot! Rows after row of nothing but orange! Linus would love this pumpkin patch! “Each year the Great Pumpkin rises out of the pumpkin patch that he thinks is the most sincere. He’s gotta pick this one! He’s got to! I don’t see how a pumpkin patch could be more sincere than this one. You could look around and there’s not a sign of hypocrisy. Nothing but sincerity as far as the eye can see.”


I absolutely loved the short little squat ones. They were almost a reddish orange, some looking like enormous tomatoes rather than pumpkins. And some were even bright yellow! Eventually, I found the perfect one that I knew I just had to have.


Boyfriend found one too. Maybe not the biggest in the patch, but it was a pretty good one!


Such pretty pumpkins!


With our pumpkins picked, it was time to head to the market to see what other fun goodies we could find!


And it’s no wonder I liked the little squat pumpkins! They were calling out to my inner princess!


It was too bad we didn’t have time to go pick apples. The apple trees looked so amazing.


And it’s finally time for the Great Pumpkin to appear! In the words of Linus, “On Halloween night the Great Pumpkin rises out of the pumpkin patch and flies through the air to bring toys to all the good little children everywhere. Wouldn’t you like to sit with me in the pumpkin patch on Halloween night and wait for the Great Pumpkin?”



Happy Halloween! Hope you got more than a bag full of rocks!