“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” (Lucy Maud Montgomery)
On an otherwise uneventful Monday morning, Cohen and I set off to the local pumpkin farm. There had been a festival on the grounds over the weekend, but by all accounts it was officially over and we’d missed it. In any case, when we pulled up to the empty field designated for parking, we crossed our fingers and hoped it would be okay for us to wander around and perhaps snag a left-over pumpkin or two. The kind souls on site granted us our wish, with great warmth and generosity. It turns out the best day to go to the pumpkin festival is the day after it’s over! At least, it was for us. There weren’t the vendors and games and such, but there also weren’t the line-ups and crowds. We had the entire farm to ourselves, minus the few workers that were otherwise occupied in the veggie patches, and it felt nothing short of magic…like being a kid in a toy store after hours. We had a grand time ‘shopping’ for the perfect pumpkins to take home, running through the corn maze, and playing on the tractors. As his nana, any one on one time I get with Coco is something special, but our one on one time in the empty pumpkin patch was something else altogether beyond special.
