I’m ready to start decorating the house to resemble the Fall season, and dammit, want a pumpkin. Not just any ol’ pumpkin - but a fresh from the farm “u pick” your own. So, Nick, Leah (a friend of Nick’s) and myself went online to find a pumpkin farm. We found Demarest Farm.
Upon arriving, we discovered everyone and their brother had the same idea - the place was packed! We parked and - looking across the street at the very long line awaiting a hayride - decided to make our way over to the Farm Store. Crowd swells made us change our mind and we just started walking around aimlessly wondering where to go. We decided to follow the tall cornstalks - and played in them for a few minutes.
After speaking with a couple of others, we realized the only way to get to the pumpkin patch and apple orchard was by hayride. Looking at the line winding its way around the building, Nick offers to “cut” us up closer. “Come on Mom - we can sneak in right here.” “I don’t think so - that’s wrong.” “You think standing in line for this is right?” “Nick, I may have been up for it if you hadn’t said it so damned loud that everyone around us knew what you were planning. Gotta be covert, buddy. Covert. Now - to the back of the line.”
Twenty minutes later, we’re on the hayride (a farm tractor pulling a trailer that had a couple of hay bundles stuck in the middle for the kids to sit on), and were on our way to the orchard. At first glance, wasn’t much impressed. Second glance wasn’t much better. They handed us plastic bags and set us on our way to find apples.
September 30, 2007
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