It has been so hot lately (and I think you all know how I feel about that!), but now that the weather is actually pleasant, I’ll take the time to tell you about our little day at the pumpkin farm. I say little because it lasted all of forty-five minutes.
I had had dreams of a breezy fall day in the crisp cool air. We would wear thick hand-knit sweaters, pick bushels of apples, find the perfect pumpkins. Then we’d come in from the cold and have cider and doughnuts.
It felt more like we were in a scene in Grapes of Wrath, complete with ninety degree heat, dead crops, and dust.
We had fun, but I will be glad to be in New England soon, where I can have a real fall!