Each year, the Great Pumpkin rises out of the pumpkin patch that he thinks is the most sincere. He's gotta pick this one. He's got to. I don't see how a pumpkin patch can be more sincere than this one. You can look around and there's not a sign of hypocrisy. Nothing but sincerity as far as the eye can see. --- Quote from "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown"
When it comes to pumpkins I head to a pick-your-own-pumpkin patch.
A local Amish family has a wonderful pumpkin patch that I like to go to every year. When we arrived, my son, my friend, and I looked over the field of pumpkins with a excitement. Bright orange balls dotted the ground for acres. Picking our way carefully through the pumpkins and pumpkin vines, we surveyed the ground, looking for the best and the brightest.
When it comes to pumpkins the cream of the crop is in the eye of the beholder. The abundant variety of sizes and shapes accounts for each person's personal preference. Kind of like the variety of personalities, physical appearances, and soul journeys of my clients.
For some, pumpkin perfection is seen in the biggest, tallest, or most carvable. My son dashed into the field toward a small pumpkin and hefted it into his little arms gleefully. Eventually, I found mine, a tall pumpkin with a beautiful green vine handle. My friend found a good-sized round pumpkin without blemishes. And because we were planning a pumpkin-carving party, we chose out a few more pumpkins until we had eleven.
Just about the time I was wondering how long it would take two women and a small child to lug those eleven pumpkins to the car, my son called out "HORSEY!"
The Amish pumpkin farmer had just entered the field with a wagon pulled by two big Clydesdale horses. He brought the wagon over to transport our pumpkins from the field to our vehicle! So kind and considerate!
I think, if there is such a thing as the Great Pumpkin, there is a good chance he'll pick this pumpkin patch. *smile* Nothing but sincerity as far as the eye as see.
When it comes to pumpkins I head to a pick-your-own-pumpkin patch.
A local Amish family has a wonderful pumpkin patch that I like to go to every year. When we arrived, my son, my friend, and I looked over the field of pumpkins with a excitement. Bright orange balls dotted the ground for acres. Picking our way carefully through the pumpkins and pumpkin vines, we surveyed the ground, looking for the best and the brightest.
When it comes to pumpkins the cream of the crop is in the eye of the beholder. The abundant variety of sizes and shapes accounts for each person's personal preference. Kind of like the variety of personalities, physical appearances, and soul journeys of my clients.
For some, pumpkin perfection is seen in the biggest, tallest, or most carvable. My son dashed into the field toward a small pumpkin and hefted it into his little arms gleefully. Eventually, I found mine, a tall pumpkin with a beautiful green vine handle. My friend found a good-sized round pumpkin without blemishes. And because we were planning a pumpkin-carving party, we chose out a few more pumpkins until we had eleven.
Just about the time I was wondering how long it would take two women and a small child to lug those eleven pumpkins to the car, my son called out "HORSEY!"
The Amish pumpkin farmer had just entered the field with a wagon pulled by two big Clydesdale horses. He brought the wagon over to transport our pumpkins from the field to our vehicle! So kind and considerate!
I think, if there is such a thing as the Great Pumpkin, there is a good chance he'll pick this pumpkin patch. *smile* Nothing but sincerity as far as the eye as see.
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