So we made it back to Ripley--well, north of Ripley--to get more pumpkins. It was quite the adventurous journey, too. A quick stop at Banky's Donut shop in Millington, then another stop or two after Mr. Man threw up his donut and chocolate milk, to hose down, and get a fresh change of clothes in Covington. I'm NOT a Walmart shopper, but you have to give them credit for being convenient, especially in an emergency.
pumpkin maternity ward
Anyway, on to the pumpkin patch. The farmer grew a couple more varieties this year that are interesting, ones that have warts, but I always love the French ones and the variety he calls Fairy Tale pumpkins. They do look like the pumpkin turned into a coach by the fairy godmother in Cinderella. Despite the trauma on the way there, it was a fun day and the weather was perfect for a drive in the country. And Vincent got to see where pumpkins are born.