You know about The Great Pumpkin, don't you?
Well, this morning, bright and early, we set out for Dawsonville, Georgia, to find it.
Sadly, we had no success in our venture.
It wasn't in the patch of picked pumpkins.
Sure, there were some humdingers there, as you can see above.
But none had wings or were able to fly. In fact, they were quite Earthbound and very heavy. Apparently, they were easily bruised, too, as signs let us know. "You sit on the pumpkin, you must BUY the pumpkin."
We did not not sit on the pumpkins.
And what a gracious many there were! So many sizes, too!
Burt's Farm did not only have the huge, dark orange-skinned versions. Oh, no! The normal-sized pumpkins had a wide variety of appearances. Pale, ghostly green ones! Perfectly shell-pink ones! Green-as-a-cucumber pumpkins! Pumpkins with warts and pumpkins without! Then there were the teeny tiny ones with dark vertical striping!
But not THE Great Pumpkin.
So we all boarded the wagon for a hay ride. Perhaps we might espy The Great Pumpkin amongst the pumpkins in the wild!
Sadly, no such sighting was to be had.
Let me rephrase that. We did see quite a few pumpkins in the wild. Oh, yes! All were the traditional variety with the dark orange shouting its presence on the white sand slopes of the pumpkin homesteads. They were closely guarded by a ragtag crew of scarecrows, some with pigtails, some clad in overalls, even some disguised as crows. There were also two animatronic pumpkins who spoke to us on our travels.
But The Great Pumpkin was nowhere to be seen.
Perhaps it is hiding in the shadows, waiting for the night when it will fly through the sky, rewarding good behavior. Perhaps it is still growing in the wild, gaining mass and volume day by day.
We'll find out in another month or so.
Meanwhile, try to behave until then.
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