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Pumpkin Patch Kids

October 31, 2013

Fall has arrived on the vanguard of chilly morning air while summer has sought quiet slumber. Crisp air holds every exhaled breath in a foggy cloud for a brief moment before allowing it to dissipate. Trees are brilliantly lit with the vigor of changing seasons as canopies of yellow, orange and crimson carpet the hillsides. And with every falling leaf the promise of winter clings tightly, waiting to display sparkling brilliance in its first snowfall.

Mountainside orchards have brought in their harvest. Folks drive from miles around to welcome, sample and purchase tart, sweet, crisp apples. Holiday menus are eagerly planned amidst mounds of Granny Smiths and Honeycrisps as shopping lists grow by heaps of sugar and spice, while lip-smacking anticipation thaws the cold mountain air.


As parents sample apple slices while discussing family happenings and the arrival of distant relatives, older children scurry among apple bins playing ‘catch me if you can’ while toddlers merrily ride “Ol’ Betsy.” A small train made of water barrels painted to resemble a black and white bovine, which takes them on an amusing tour along the apple trees before returning to its loading and unloading destination.

As children climb in and out of the small painted barrels beside the pumpkins on display we are reminded of the kick-off to the holiday season when pumpkins of every size, shape and color adorn front porches and steps to welcome the arrival of trick-or-treaters. Carved pumpkins with funny faces light up the night as candle light flickers behind their laughing eyes. Oh, but then there are pumpkins with spooky faces that grimace and snarl. Yet, never a tale was told of a pumpkin truly frightening a treater, or a trickster on All Hallow’s Eve.

Ah, but I have a tale to tell. A tale of the pumpkin patch kids…two tiny tikes of a curious sort; as curious as two tots could be at their tender age. Little Bodey and his even littler sister, Vera, were a bundle of excitement one particularly special fall morning. You see, t’was the morn mom and dad promised an outing to the great pumpkin patch. Too little to understand holiday traditions their parents’ excitement, however, was contagious as the wee ones squealed with glee while finishing breakfast and readying to trek uphill toward the pumpkins just beyond where apples are sold.


Walking up the path to the big red barn little Bodey was filled with a sense of wonder at the towering apple trees, nearly bare from the harvest leaving ‘gather your own’ apples littering the ground below their sprawling branches. Vera, smiling in her stroller, viewed the world with wide-eyed curiosity, too young to understand seasons, harvests, or holidays yet happily enjoying the journey. Both were eager to see what waited atop the crest of the hill.

Arriving, the big red barn was abuzz with pre-holiday eagerness as children frolicked and parents greeted each other with hugs and handshakes. Bodey and Vera were trying to take it all in when mom and dad walked them through the barn and out the other side. Suddenly, the scenery changed and a huge swatch of pumpkins covering the hillside lay before them. Big pumpkins, small pumpkins, orange pumpkins, yellow pumpkins. Pumpkins, pumpkins everywhere! Squealing with excitement Bodey climbed the mountains of pumpkins as he masterfully held the giant stem of one before braving the next footfall on his quest to cross the carrot-colored rows, while Vera sat delighted to be amongst the huge, deep-orange orbs. Mom and dad, witnessing the enjoyment on their teeny faces, silently filed away a forever memory that day of their pumpkin patch kids.

Happy Halloween!!

Can you imagine…reliving fond memories of fall pumpkins? | |



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