The Pumpkin Patch

I was done with work in the beginning of October and had the opportunity to go on the girls' fieldtrips to the Pumpkin Patch. I've realized one thing . . . I am a pumpkin patch snob. I hesitated to even tell you about my frustration with the pumpkin patches in California, as not to offend my CA friends who only know these kinds of patches, but I just have to tell you about it.

First, our trips were great. I love chaperoning fieldtrips, and we had a great time. Second, I know that not all pumpkin patches in CA are either A) set up in a parking lot with jumpy houses and hay to cover the lined parking spots or B) set up in a field where there are no pumpkins growing in sight. I know that REAL pumpkin patches exist in CA. I just found them hard to find and our preschool happened to not go to those in the past two years:)

My beef with the pumpkin patches we encountered in CA is that they are fake. I am a big fan of pumpkins that are actually still in the field. I want to get my shoes muddy when I go out to pick my pumpkin. I want to see all kinds of pumpkins: perfectly round ones, distorted ones, green ones, and really ugly bumpy ones. In CA, all the perfectly shaped, small pumpkins were laid out on the neatly lines haystacks for the kids to pick up. There was no mess and there wasn't even a hayride. The kids rode on tractor, but there was no hay and they just rode around an empty field which happened to go right next to the highway. How can pumpkin patches be next to the highway?

Okay, I'm done with my mini-rant about the awful pumpkin patches we encountered in the past two years. We really did have a good time . . . really!

Abby's not too sure about the peacock in the cage.

Jenna's not too sure either!