It’s that time of year again… the time that I like to imagine our future farm opening its doors to the public and their rosy-cheeked laughing children — excited about selecting the perfect pumpkin, riding on a horse-drawn hay wagon (this is my little addition to the plan), and getting blissfully hopelessly lost in a corn maze. Can’t you just see it? Little ones in hoodies with chewed pull-strings and elastic waisted blue jeans… couples proposing to each other in the beauty and romance of harvest time… and decorating with Indian corn, corn stalks, wagon wheels, and straw bales.
Oh, I can. I absolutely can. Who doesn’t love a trip to the pumpkin patch?? Josh wants to create a haunted wood with proceeds to support our future church. Complete with fake spider-webbing, bedsheet ghosts, cardboard gravestones, and bats on strings. How about a haunted barn as well? We could do so many cool things. I love this time of year. Love, love, love.
In Washington, I drove my Sunday School students to a wonderful pumpkin patch and spent the afternoon devouring hot cider and funnel cake, watching the pumpkin launcher, making our way through the corn maze, and trying to find my old Explorer (I parked that thing somewhere!). That day cemented it in my brain that I wanted a farm just like that… one that would become a tradition in the houses of the people around us.
Where is your favorite pumpkin patch? Do you have any ideas for our imaginary farm?