Perfect Baby Boy was too tuckered out to hunt for the perfect pumpkin.
During most of her childhood, Perfect Daughter’s Jack-o-Lantern choices came from a local grower who actually was just growing pumpkins for his own benefit. We just happened to be driving by his place one day and noticed a massive field of orange. Being the All-American Mom that I was, I saw this as a teachable moment. Perfect daughter would be able to tell the story of pumpkins from seed to Jack. Ahh, yes.
So out to the middle of the field we trotted…trespassing if you will. Yep. It was posted land. But I ignored that for the sake of the lesson to be learned. Perfect Daughter was beyond excited. There were HUGE pumpkins; there were tiny pumpkins. (And me with no camera to be had.)
Soon thereafter, Farmer approaches. But he was super nice and friendly and really glad that we had chosen to trespass in his pumpkin patch. He said that he just planted the pumpkins for anyone who wanted them. Just drop by pick your own. I think it was his way of being of neighborly. He never charged anyone for the pumpkins. He just enjoyed the time he was able to spend visiting with those who came.
We went back every year until the fall when the pumpkin patch was no longer there. We missed our friend.
Wouldn’t it be nice if we could all be so generous?
It was Hubby’s job to create the annual Jack-o-Lantern. Baby Perfect Daughter always did such a good job supervising.
The tradition continues.
Arkansas Women Bloggers BLOGfest 2012 continues with Day 3. Today’s theme: Fall Traditions. I’m looking forward to reading what others have to say. I hope you will join me.