This weekend, I was driving down the interstate and saw what I think may have been the great pumpkin. While I don't condone paparazzo-style photography while driving, I just couldn't resist the chance to snap a picture. I didn't realize the great pumpkin apparently travels with some sort of great watermelon entourage. Who knew? This sighting got me into the Halloween spirit and prompted me to plan my own pumpkin patch adventure for Sunday afternoon.
Apparently this is the year of the non-traditional pumpkin as far as colors go. Mine are the three beauties on the right and the southern beau's is that giant orange one on the left. I took my time looking at lots of different pumpkins before choosing my three. Whereas my pumpkin patch partner found his immediately. When I tried to persuade him to get a different one, he said "Nah, I like to dance with the one that brung me." He's so awesome (and weird).