It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown

The one event where I miss living on the farm is buying pumpkins.

I miss walking out onto a giant field, full of bright orange pumpkins, for as far as your eyes can see.  Just piles and piles of pumpkins.
All leftover from the harvest.
All leftover from the sale to the stores.
All ripe for the taking.
All free for the taking.

They are leftovers after all.

Now that we live in suburbia we go to the lot on the corner that's piled high with pumpkins.

And it's still fun to wander all over that place, searching for the right pumpkin.

It has to be perfect.  You need the right shape, the right stem, and the right type of surface to hold a face.

Also, it helps if it's big.

Or so it would seem this year as half The Circus couldn't even carry the ones they chose.

It's almost enough to make me want to grow my own pumpkin patch in the backyard.

And then we can wait up for The Great Pumpkin on Halloween night.

"He'll come here because I have the most sincere pumpkin patch and he respects sincerity."

I imagine The Great Pumpkin to look a little something like this:

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Which is kind of creepy if you think about it.  Sitting out in your backyard amongst pumpkins waiting for...

I guess I like going to the lot on the corner now that I think about it...