The Pumpkin Patch



My favorite pumpkin patch.

Everyone has a favorite pumpkin patch. The one to the right is my preferred acre of choice. It's owned by a local, third generation, crop farmer and his family.

I used to buy the best hay you'll ever find here, but I no longer have my own farm so I'm not currently in the market for forage. Part of the charm of picking up hay was the chit-chat with farmer Dave about crops, our John Deere tractors, and the weather.

The next best thing to all that "farmerly" charm is now visiting  Dave's pumpkin patch, where I purchase the round beauties from him for pies, decoration, and for an occasional treat for the deer out back.

Pumpkins are really cool because of all the different colors, shapes, textures, and versatility as a food item. Warts, uncommon colors, and bizarre shaped pumpkins are my favorite. I can find them all in this wonderful, homey, someplace-where-you-can-go-back pumpkin patch.

Fall Glow

It was a dank, dark, dreary day yesterday, but I woke up to the glow of this magnificent maple tree against a cloudless blue sky this morning.

I immediately grabbed my Kodak digital camera that was hanging on the doorknob, in the hallway, and went outside.

I took the picture to the left, looking up from the base of the tree. It captures the Fall glow that weaves its magic this time of year.

For me, it symbolizes hope and renewal of the human spirit as the beauty of life unfolds after the dark clouds clear.

To all those Horse Pucky readers who have supported Jon and I through our cloudy days, thank you. You know who you, you know why, and you are loved.