Free range pumpkins fed only Crystal Geyser water. They are happier that way.
As I said the other day, we hit the pumpkin patch. We did it out of nostalgia's sake; this patch has rumored to have been bought out by Target so this is the LAST YEAR! Don't miss this once in a life time opportunity! So we bit the marketing bullet and went. After forking out some big ol' coins on a gaggle of pumpkins we exited the parking lot only to read the sign on the way out exclaiming 'SEE YOU IN 2009!' What suckers we are.
But we did it mainly so the B could pick out her very own pumpkin, in the pumpkin forest. You know, these SoCal kids forget that milk doesn't actually come from a container. Chicken has feathers. Hamburger used to moo. The patch is kind of like going into nature to shoot and skin your first deer, but with less blood and more seeds. It's all about the satisfaction of picking your very own pumpkin.
But really, look how excited she was to find out that pumpkins really do grow on trees. Well, vines. You see my point. It was fun.
Now, don't go taking pumpkins from babies.
Sophie gave us her opinion on many pumpkins, too.
The happy hunters.
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