Anyway...
I arrived at Curtis Orchard. The weather was cool and cloudy. I remembered my gloves but didn't bring my woolly cap. I just didn't think of it. I grabbed a wagon and proceeded to the pumpkin patch. As I was walking I looked towards the southern end of the pumpkin patch I remembered from last year. I saw that it was rewilded. I panicked and thought that all the pumpkins were all picked and I was shit out of luck! That was not the situation since other parts of the patch were intact. It was a good thing I was by myself because I abandoned the wagon and ran towards the patch and discovered I was still able to pick pumpkins. I then had to run back to the abandoned wagon and pretend like I didn't panic. It was a good thing there were no observers when I did that.
Unfortunately, most of the good pumpkins were gone. The ones that were left were befouled by vandalism or cold weather. I suddenly realized I was going to have to traverse the whole patch to find decent pumpkins. I did that. And I had fun doing so. During that process I was thinking back to the previous years I have gone pumpkin hunting. I was feeling a bit nostalgic. One trip involves a school trip from when I was in the second grade still living in Massachusetts. Another memory was from last year in which I went with Kevin, Steve, and Bob.
As I was thinking back, I found my diamonds in the rough. About an hour passed and the weather was getting colder. This cool, cloudy autumn day was turning into a winter precursor. Proud with my unorthodox selections, I bought the pumpkins.
I had a good day.
The pumpkins I chose.
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