Every year when mid-October rolls around I get excited for my annual trip to the pumpkin patch. It may not seem like your typical barrels-of-fun outing for a girl in her mid-twenties, but trust me, it is. You pick out a little red wagon, visit the farm animals, and then head out into the patch to pick your pumpkin, straight from the vine, before swinging back round to a cozy little barn filled with the smell of cider + pie for some homemade goodies to enjoy later. It is perfect. Or at least it always was until this year's visit, scheduled on my only day off, with my friend Lauren of Eyes, Ears, Mouth+Lens. It was grey. And wet. And COLD. And as it turns out, a rainy mid-week afternoon does not draw quite the cheerful, bustling crowd of the bright, sunny Sundays of years past. Luckily, as it happens, rainy mid-week afternoons have their own things to recommend them: the fantastic eeriness of a misty, empty pumpkin field, the fun of running around in mud + puddles with Hunter wellies on, and the adorable lesson given to me by a 4-year old with a pumpkin-shaped name-tag pinned to his jacket, identifying him as Eugene, on what a "knucklehead" (pronounced "pnucklehead" by my new friend) pumpkin was, as Lauren and I, two fully grown women, stood alone in the midst of 30 kindergardeners on their class trip, carefully comparing our field pumpkins with those in the pre-picked section.
I'm starting a countdown til the Christmas tree farms open...
-photography by Lauren Alboini-
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Looks like fun times!
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