Pumpkin patchin’

I somehow had made my mind up that this weekend would be spent working.  I had plenty of writing to do, some photo editing and other nonesuch intriguing tasks, and I thought that I would just hunker down and commit myself to my computer.

Fat chance.

After a Friday night of gallery-going, out-to-dinner-ing and other things I can’t remember activities, I fell out of bed woke up with a smile and went to the Great Pumpkin Farm with some friends for some good, old-fashioned pumpkin picking.

We had our sights set on nabbing a couple pumpkins for the annual ritualistic carving—it’s cruel when we do it for a prime rib, yet whimsical when we do it for the sake of warm cider and candy corn.  I don’t know if any of us had actually thought out the rest of our day, as no one ended up leaving with one of these orange monsters.  Instead we strolled the massive, what? fairgrounds?, ingesting the beautiful Saturday weather and feeling as festive as a fruitcake.  It was such a lovely day, and we were enjoying every moment of it.

This place in Clarence has got it going on, also.  There are not only more pumpkins than you would ever care to take a sniff of, a ridiculous amount of carnival rides (what is this, Coney Island?) and some pretty mean festival food stands.  I don’t know about you, but nothing says “I loves me a fall harvest” like an onion blossom.  NOthing.  We also saw a llama, a turkey and some sheep.  Happy fun day!

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