I searched the Internet for a picture of the twisted thing that pumpkin patches have become in California. Of course, I cannot find one so I'll do my best to recreate this atrocity with words.
When I think of a pumpkin patch, I think of a little farm with pumpkins lining the fields. Some pumpkins are still in the vine, while others are detached, waiting for a little one to choose it to take home. There is dirt and hay and often a barn. The pumpkin patch is in a refreshing place where kids run around excited to select the perfect one.
This is not very common where we live. Please don't hear me dissing all of California, but where we live, there are not many REAL pumpkin patches.
In the parking lot of our Target, there is a big silver chain-linked fence sectioning off a large portion of the lot. In that fence, there are two big jumpy houses, hay lining the pavement (which has worn off due to all the kids in there), more hay bales stacked, and hundreds of pumpkins lined up in rows, ready to be bought.
THEY CALL THIS A PUMPKIN PATCH!
This is a sneaky trick to get kids to buy pumpkins. They lure families into the jumpy houses and then sell pumpkins on the side. We pass one of thise monstrocities on the way home from church, and Jenna asks me all the time if we can stop to play on the jumpy house.
Of course, I tell her no and that I will take her to a real pumpkin patch, wich happens to be tomorrow. Her preschool class is going and I am going on my first fieldtrip! Pictures will come soon!
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