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Our favorite place in the world happens to be a ditch, along a windy country road.  Every year, a local farmer collects his crop of fall lovelies and displays them in old school fashion

It's a "pay on your honor" kind of system and you can find just what you need to spruce up your home for autumn.  We love it...period.  Random people pull up, grab what they need and leave, but we seem to linger, as Axel absorbes the spirit of each individual pumpkin.

I am so anxious to bring the camera, every year my best photos come from pumpkin day.  Something about a pale child next to such vibrant colors is simply beautiful.  My tree hugging child is not much for photos, but he did find lots of smiles yesterday when he realized, for the first time, that he could pick out a pumpkin of his OWN!  

After finding just the right one for his room, he proceeded to find pumpkins for each of our rooms as well.  I had predicted going home with the biggest, ugliest pumpkins in the patch, the kind I would have wanted as a kid, but he went for the tiny ones, near symmetrical in shape and with a perfect "handle" for him to carry.

We came home with four pumpkins, one for each of us (Oscar of course gets his own).  Since he picked from the pile marked $0.50, we were indebted $2. I felt like giving them a tip, but then I remembered that this year we're getting off easy...next year he'll want a monster!  

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...the tree hugging everyone's ok with.  The dog hugging needs work (at least thats what Oscar thinks).