Once again the giant orange squash has has it's day in the sun. Pumpkins grow well in our climate and during the fall in these parts, pumpkin patches seem nearly as numerous as Starbucks Shops. (Starbuckses?) The sight of pumpkins ripening in fields and home gardens still fills me with glee. Even the sight of piles of them outside of grocery stores elicits warm feelings. We visited a pumpkin patch in early October and it was already teeming with equally orange-obsessed folks enjoying the crisp autumn air.
My Gourd, What a Morning.
"My Sweet Gourd"
How can one be gloomy with so many vibrant colors, interesting shapes, the fullness of autumn?
Pretty and edible!
The pumpkin patch is often a last hurrah for farms that open around strawberry time in June, sell seasonal berries through the summer, peaches, tomatoes, pears, apples, etc. and finally all manner of winter squash and corn.
Seems like they get more and more elaborate each year with all sorts of activities and various food trucks/booths. Many are like small county fairs.
Don't be frightened,
These cute costumed kids always make me chuckle.
It's a Victorian diamond in the rough according to the real estate agent...
I feel fortunate to live in a city that's only a fifteen-minute drive from farmland. Unfortunately, it's rapidly being paved and replaced with industrial buildings.
What? Yes, even here. I must admit, there's no messy clean up after the season is over, just some bubble wrap, a box, and away they go for another year.
Enjoy your shining moment little squash for, all too soon, it'll come to an end.
