Pumpkin Patch

Back in Michigan we went to the best local produce farm on the planet, Makielski's. The best raspberries ever could be picked from Makielski's. They also had a magnificent patch of ginormous pumpkins every year. They produced their crops organically and never used pesticides. Makielski's was our family's fall tradition. Last year was our first fall in California, but the wild fires prevented us from exploring the area's pumpkin patches. This year was our first year to the local pumpkin patch. I was feeling a bit better yesterday, less nauseous and less dizzy so despite the 95-degree heat in the inland areas (where there's a bit more agriculture) we all hit the road to go pumpkin patchin'.

Some of us got wheelbarrow rides.

Thems are some mighty fine pumpkins you've got there.

Oh my! What wonderful news!

Would you look at that? How precious.

My own little 34-1/2 week pumpkin.

A better look of my pale belly with rambunctious little Ultimette poking around inside.

Pulling a little pumpkin off the vine. Wouldn't budge.

Come help me with your garden shears, Brother.

Eeeek! There was something eewy crawling on it.

See my pin?