Pumpkin Patch: Personal Trip
Pumpkin Patch
I recently took a trip to a pumpkin patch in my hometown. It is located off the main highway in a secluded field surrounded by enormous Douglas Firs and various scattered Maple trees. The pumpkin patch is owned by a gentle, older couple whom you will often find wandering around the patch helping when needed. My trip not only provided me with a pumpkin, it also reminded me of the simple beauties of life.
Hundreds of feet of tangling green vines were on the ground with pumpkins of all different shapes and sizes skewered throughout the patch. It was a gloomy day but that did not hinder the sense of excitement everyone seemed to have. The rain was softly trickling down and I could feel the mud seep around my boots as I searched for the perfect pumpkin. There was a rich, earthy smell in the air and I could not help but stop and appreciate Mother Nature.
It was pumpkin galore around me. I was in search for a giant, round, brilliantly orange pumpkin to be the face of my carving masterpiece. I was astonished to find small, big, round, lopsided, smooth, bumpy, light orange, and dark orange pumpkins; so many options! All around me I could hear the thumps of pumpkins being dropped into little red wagons. Children bundled in rain jackets, hats, scarves, and boots ran by with mud sprinkled up their pants. They did not seem to be the slightest bothered by their bright red noses and white little fingertips; pure happiness.
Slimy, rotten pumpkins scattered throughout the patch drew in a few crows. They were as black as a moonless night and their beady little eyes appeared as if they did not have a soul. The crows made this awful kakaw noise that reminded me of a scary movie I had watched when I was younger. Obviously, the handmade scare-crows made out of hay that encircled the pumpkin patch were not scary enough to keep the crows away. As I got closer to one of the rotten pumpkins I noticed tiny black spiders crawling out of one of the holes, they seemed to
I recently took a trip to a pumpkin patch in my hometown. It is located off the main highway in a secluded field surrounded by enormous Douglas Firs and various scattered Maple trees. The pumpkin patch is owned by a gentle, older couple whom you will often find wandering around the patch helping when needed. My trip not only provided me with a pumpkin, it also reminded me of the simple beauties of life.
Hundreds of feet of tangling green vines were on the ground with pumpkins of all different shapes and sizes skewered throughout the patch. It was a gloomy day but that did not hinder the sense of excitement everyone seemed to have. The rain was softly trickling down and I could feel the mud seep around my boots as I searched for the perfect pumpkin. There was a rich, earthy smell in the air and I could not help but stop and appreciate Mother Nature.
It was pumpkin galore around me. I was in search for a giant, round, brilliantly orange pumpkin to be the face of my carving masterpiece. I was astonished to find small, big, round, lopsided, smooth, bumpy, light orange, and dark orange pumpkins; so many options! All around me I could hear the thumps of pumpkins being dropped into little red wagons. Children bundled in rain jackets, hats, scarves, and boots ran by with mud sprinkled up their pants. They did not seem to be the slightest bothered by their bright red noses and white little fingertips; pure happiness.
Slimy, rotten pumpkins scattered throughout the patch drew in a few crows. They were as black as a moonless night and their beady little eyes appeared as if they did not have a soul. The crows made this awful kakaw noise that reminded me of a scary movie I had watched when I was younger. Obviously, the handmade scare-crows made out of hay that encircled the pumpkin patch were not scary enough to keep the crows away. As I got closer to one of the rotten pumpkins I noticed tiny black spiders crawling out of one of the holes, they seemed to