pumpkin patch

Today, after nap, we headed over to the local pumpkin patch. Coastal NC doesn't have pumpkin patches like I am used to. You can't find a farm setting with apple trees to pick from or pumpkins growing on their vines. There aren't any hay rides or cider and doughnuts. But, you can go to the methodist church's lawn and find a ton of pumpkins. The sign tells that these pumpkins were grown on an Indian reservation in New Mexico. These pumpkins have travelled!!

Let me really set the autumny scene for you... here is the real view. You can see the 45 mph road and the car close to us is on the side road.

But, the kids didn't care! Carl had a ball just climbing into all the displays of pumpkins like he was some kind of mountain climber. He even sat and posed for me!!




The only pumpkin we bought is the one she is holding. A little fifty cent gourd. Lew let Gretchen pay and keep the 2 quarters of change. I was with Carl at the time, but Gretchen came yelling and running up to me to tell me all about it. "Mommy! Mommy! Daddy gave me the paper and I paid for my pumpkin and got 2 coins!" She was in heaven! She loves her "coins"!