Left: Ripe pumpkins in the October sun
(Toledo, OH) We completed an annual family ritual today, driving out to our favorite pumpkin patch on Albon Road and the turnpike.
Given the fact that Halloween is almost upon us, the proprietor of the farm had dropped his prices to $1 for every pumpkin we picked.
Adding some acorn squash and cider, we loaded up the truck with produce for just a few dollars today.
Left: Some previous visitors might have been overly agressive with the pumpkins
My 16-year-old genius of a son could not resist defying authority and heaving a rotten pumpkin at one of his siblings, much to my chagrin.
The trip was also noteworthy for my first experience getting hopelessly stuck in the mud, as our Suburban became one with the field muck. It was quite an experience rocking the SUV out of the muddy soup, but we ultimately triumphed.
My children were entertained with several unique forays into vulgarity that I let fly, especially when I got stuck a second time after finally freeing the vehicle. All told, though, we added yet another page to family lore, and the kids have new vocabulary to share with their friends at school tomorrow.