When my kids were little, we did the usual Halloween fare, costumes (which I made myself when they were little), candy, pumpkins, black cats, bats, spiders...you get the idea. While I participated then, I never really had the urge to traipse all over town to the various pumpkin patches taking pictures. Currently, I make a point of turning out all the lights, locking myself in my bedroom and watching a movie, all in an effort to make sure no one comes to my door because I'm a bad neighbor on Halloween and don't have any candy to give out in the first place.
Well...that's all been relegated to the past as of last week. This year, suddenly, I had this urge - kind of like wanting massive quantities of chocolate - to drag my camera out to the nearest pumpkin patch and shoot pumpkins! Good grief! What the hell is wrong with me? I'm having serious pumpkin urges! Am I sick? And why now when my kids are grown and have been long on their own? No munchkins running around my house - only a dog and two cats - who have no cravings for Halloween candy or pumpkins whatsoever!
My housemate accompanied me (grudgingly, I'm sure) to immerse myself in pumpkins, cornstalks, and various kinds of squash - large and small, smooth and bumpy, round and crook-necked. There were various farm-type animals in attendance as well and small humans accompanied by the larger variety. My camera was happy and I had a blast!
My first surprise was a really cute little goat with horns! Since when do goats have horns? Maybe I'm sheltered with regard to farm animals, but I was shocked. And not only that, this little guy was scratching an itch using his horns. Who knew that was even possible?
Next came the pigs. Well - I've only ever seen pink pigs and when I was in school and we had to draw pictures of pigs, they were always pink. Apparently they come in other colors. In this case, black. Again, totally uneducated where pigs are concerned. But the biggest surprise of all was a furry cow! Now, admittedly this was probably a baby cow, but it's hair was long and fuzzy. I've never seen anything like it.
There was a corn pit (who knew such a thing even existed?), miniature tractors, stuffed scarecrows and even some that were cute...not scary at all. There were kids dressing wooden farm-kid statues in overalls, dresses with pinafores and cowboy hats. Windmills that were spinning at a ridiculous speed because the wind in the southwest desert is crazy strong, cornstalks were blowing in the wind, corn ears were bright fall yellow and wagons were full of pumpkins of all varieties, though no red Radio Flyers that I could see - a disappointment for sure.
When I'd had my fill of the pumpkin patch, we walked to the car, tired from the encounter with all that unbridled energy of the young'uns. On the way, my housemate (a Canadian) informed me that he'd never experienced an American pumpkin patch. Who knew? I was happy to assist in broadening his cultural experience of America. Bottom line for me is...and this is going to sound really bad...I think I enjoyed it so much because there were no small humans that I was in charge of. It was just me and my trusty camera who was definitely not going to disappear around the nearest corner or get lost in the giant bins of pumpkins or crawl into the stalls with the farm animals. It was truly liberating. However, I still can't explain the pumpkin cravings...
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