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Picking (up) Pumpkins

DSC05595 [640x480]Our house was graced this past weekend with presence of my mother-in-law, who made the long drive up the Northeast Extension and skirted past the wilds of Binghamton to help my wife out with her fledgling business. As always we were glad to see her, if for no other reason than to provide our daughter someone else to talk to that is contractually obligated to pretend to understand what she has to say. Plus she generally does the dishes while she is here, against my wife’s objections but my secret unspoken suggestions.

In any case, the “business” end of the visit took place Friday and Saturday, leaving us Sunday morning to engage in some prerequisite Central New York fun festivities. First up was spending some time working as a family on my pet project to try and create a “pine syrup” craze by tapping the numerous pine trees in the backyard – we didn’t make much progress this day as (once again) everyone tried to ignore me and/or questioned my sanity as I drove metal pipes into our trees. They’ll see the brilliance one day. Them and those impudent squirrels.

That task completed, we headed south to LaFayette to visit Tim’s Pumpkin Patch, an annual destination for us to pick up some massive gourds at dirt cheap prices. We weren’t particularly interested in actually bagging any pumpkins this time, as we figured a month and a half is a lot of opportunity for the neighborhood hoodlums (and those damn squirrels) to destroy our rotting Jack-o-Lantern’s, but we wanted my mother-in-law to experience the magic of the vast, vine-filled fields of orange.

Justine, for her part, was duly impressed with the sheer number of pumpkins that lay around her as we ventured off the path and into the vines. She made some half-hearted attempts at picking them up, before realizing that each was either too heavy or filled with venomous snakes, a fact that I frankly just was not aware happened in this area. We wandered about for awhile, pointing at the various shapes and sizes, and trying to guess how many jelly beans we could stuff into each one. After a little while we headed out of the patch, by way of a forest of sunflowers that begged a photographic interlude.

Beyond the pumpkins, Tim’s also boasts a number of other activities, including a covered hay maze that had “allergic reaction” and “humid disorienting puke-fest” written all over it, a barn full of animals (including a few pigs that were, uh, feisty in the biblical sense) and the crown jewel, a shack that offered an astounding, lard fried pumpkin funnel cake. Without too much exaggeration, I can say that consuming the goodness that emerges from that tiny wooden building is possibly the greatest experience in the history of mankind.

Finally having had our fill of pumpkins and pumpkin-themed amusement, we did what everyone else does on the weekends in LaFayette. Apple picking. Again.

Pumpkin picking

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  • lfwaterloo

    Nice story. I just love the pictures!!!!

  • lfwaterloo

    Fail to mention that I have published my “Tell me Thursday” too, and it's here

  • http://play-activities.com/blog melitsa

    That's a lot of pumpkins.

  • lfwaterloo

    Nice story. I just love the pictures!!!!

  • lfwaterloo

    Fail to mention that I have published my “Tell me Thursday” too, and it's here

  • http://play-activities.com/blog melitsa

    That's a lot of pumpkins.