It's been the perfect kick-off for bringing back seasonal fun to our home in Illinois. I love going through the rows and rows of colorful pumpkins (this year I wanted my theme to be white ones) and gourds. Choosing just the right ones makes me happy, and takes me back in time to when I was a kid sharing a pumpkin with my brother, Duane. He would pull out the mushy pulp and seeds - of course grossing me out with them - and then we would carve, carve away.
So, imagine my complete disappointment when we drove by the farm we used to go to and nothing was there. I had Wes drive by it again to make sure we got the right place. We did. This place had the "honor" system with paying, and the money box had a note on it saying this was the kids' fund-raising venture, so please be honest. I was thinking, wondering what happened to the kids...did they grow up and leave the farm? Did they have no interest in planting and sowing any longer? Did new owners come over the winter? What?We drove away. Sad.
Then, maybe five miles from that farm, was a huge sign advertising the Delzer Pumpkin Farm with grand opening: Next Weekend. Too late for us, unfortunately.
But, we drove in anyway, and the farm was a-buzz with action, and yes, we could come in! Yea!
This place was over the top with ghouls and ghosties and rows and rows of pumpkins. There must big a big business here with the signs indicating bus parking here and there. School groups galore, no doubt. I couldn't pop out of the car soon enough to check it out!