At this time of year, when the leaves are a blaze of color and thoughts turn to harvests and canning, Richard and I visited the local pumpkin patch. Pully’s Farm had a wide selection of pumpkins from table size to 40 pounders. We managed to pick out several good size ones for the front patio, a bale of hay, and gourds for the tables in the dining room. I also found a couple of dried ears of corn to compliment the straw bale. The table gourds were in all different colors and shapes, perfect for decorating. I even managed to find one that looked like a swan or a duck depending which way you held it.
Pully’s Farm had a corn maze on the hill behind the pumpkin patch, so I figured since we were already there, why not take a walk. It didn’t seem like it would be anything more than a walk through a cornfield. Have you ever walked through a cornfield? It is amazing how you can get turned around! After hitting a couple of deadends, and making a few right or left turns, meadering down a path between stalks 12 feet high, I got totally lost. Richard and Michael seemed to have a handle on which direction we should be going, but I felt so isolated. Thank goodnesss it was the middle of the afternoon and not dusk. I think I would have been a little more, let’s say, uncomfortable. Of course, Richard had to do the “jump out of the middle of the cornstalk, so If can scare you half to death.” And he did manage to make me jump. I was concentrating so hard and the path, I didn’ t even see which direction he went. Serves me right for not keeping up!
