I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion – Henry David Thoreau
I’ve never been pumpkin picking before. In fact, last year I didn’t even buy a pumpkin. Not one. I don’t know why because I had planned to visit a farm, I just never got round to going and so I missed out. This year, I was very determined to not let that happen again. Plus, I wasn’t writing a blog last year, so it didn’t matter if I didn’t produce any content. Now I just get a serious case of FOMO. The things we do for content!
Since the start of October, I have been eagerly awaiting the right time to go pumpkin picking. And so, a few Saturdays ago, I dragged Anthony and my Mum along to a local pick your own pumpkin farm. Having recently spent over a week in sunny Cyprus, I couldn’t wait to get stuck in and enjoy seasonal activities again. Although, I’ll admit the harsh cold winds were not welcome at all. Or the extremely, miserable fog I had to drive through on my way home from my first day at work. It wasn’t the nicest welcome back to reality.
As it was a Saturday, the farm was very busy and we arrived to crowds of families; their wheelbarrows piled high with pumpkins. We decided to not bother with a wheelbarrow because a) we didn’t want to buy too many, and b) you had to queue and wait for one. The above image of the wheelbarrow was not ours, unfortunately, but at least we got a shot of someone else’s.
At first, I didn’t know where to begin. There were so many different varieties of pumpkins and squashes to choose from. Unfortunately, I didn’t spot any white pumpkins. I’m sure they sold out pretty quickly, considering how popular they are. Luckily, almost all of the pumpkins had been cut from their stalks, saving us from cutting them ourselves. I tried juggling a few in my arms to choose from, but holding a camera at the same time proved to be too difficult.
So, whilst my mum and I began our search for the perfect pumpkin, Anthony was in charge of the camera, which he seemed to enjoy. He wasn’t as enthusiastic about looking at pumpkins, however. But giving him the camera kept him busy, and most importantly, he captured all those important shots. So cliche!
I was on the hunt for the perfect round pumpkin; not too big, and not too small. I also really liked the small grey pumpkins, at least, I think they were pumpkins, not squashes; I still don’t know what variety they were. We spent the remaining time deliberating over what pumpkin looked the best. Just when we thought we had spotted a beautifully round pumpkin, the other side was split, oozing a rather nasty liquid. Eventually, we decided on one larger orange pumpkin, a small round pumpkin and a little grey one. I could have taken them all home, but I’m aware I get carried away far too easily – three was more than enough!
The weather soon began to change as the dark clouds came rolling in. My hands and ears were bitterly cold, so it was time to make a move and head home. The three pumpkins came to a total of £10, based on their weight, but I didn’t expect anything less from a family run business. There was also a trailer that sold hot drinks, but as it had started to rain, we gave it a miss. Plus, nothing beats a proper cup of tea made at home.
It was a lovely way to spend an autumnal afternoon. I will definitely be going back next year as I’m sure it’ll become a tradition.
Did you go pumpkin picking?
Love Georgie ♥