“I think I know why the Great Pumpkin never showed up,” Zoë offered over her breakfast bagel clearly haven given the mystery a great deal of thought.
Our Halloween festivities are a bit lagging this year as it wasn’t until Sunday night that we broke out the Charlie Brown dvds. Watching Good Ol’ Chuck officially marks the onset of the holidays around these parts. We have the trilogy — The Great Pumpkin, The Charlie Brown Thanksgiving and The Charlie Brown Christmas and watch them in succession October, November and December.
Somehow I don’t really feel that the holidays have arrived until I get my dose of Charlie Brown or Linus Van Pelt waxing poetic about some aspect of the holiday season and how it should pertain to my life in a meaningful way. The Great Pumpkin reminds me to be sincere. Oh, and that a bag of rocks does not make for the most enjoyable of Tricks or Treats booty.
We began our afternoon at the pumpkin patch. We’re starting late this year so we missed the fall festival. They usually have bands, games, crafts and all manner of activities on one of the earlier weekends in October. We missed it.
No worries, for what they do have is hay.
And a hay ride.
To the pumpkin fields.
It’s all kinds of awesome. And by all kinds of awesome what I really mean is — it’s all kinds of awesome!! I love the hay ride almost as much as the kids do. And there is something deeply satisfying about trekking out into the fields (as opposed to browsing the aisles in the vegetable department of the local grocery) in search of the perfect pumpkin.
The kids have free reign and total control over the pumpkin they choose. They are empowered by the experience. There’s only one rule: You’ve got to carry your own pumpkin.
OK. So I made an exception for Zella and Zia: If you can pick it up you can keep it. They found some pretty nice ones but I knew there was no way they’d make it back to the cart without help. And I really didn’t want to see those fine pumpkins squished out there in the fields.
We made our way back to the car, paid for our pumpkins (a bargain at .29 cents a pound) and decided that the day was far too young to be over.
We set out for another farm just up the road and spent the afternoon in a carnival-like setting celebrating all things fall. To be sure — a good time was had by all.
There were zip lines…
And tube rolls…
And a pumpkin bounce…
There were goats and pigs and donkeys…
And a Banana Bus.
All in all it was a pretty good day, capped with our annual viewing of Charlie Brown’s Great Pumpkin.
“So why didn’t the Great Pumpkin Show up?” I asked Zoë eagerly anticipating what theories she may have come up with.
“Lucy killed it!” she exclaimed in all seriousness.
And then she added after noticing the shocked look on my face, “I mean, did you see the size of that pumpkin they carved in the beginning of the show? That was him. That was The Great Pumpkin. And Lucy killed him!”
And now I’m scared.