I am sitting at my computer composing another blog and an April snowstorm is approaching. When one’s mind is expecting spring to appear any day the thought of a fresh foot of snow is disappointing. So I’m going to continue in the disappointing vain for a bit. Because after twenty years of growing pumpkins and selling them along the highway that passes our house I have decided to retire from pumpkin farming. As I announced my retirement intentions to the…..
As I sit here typing this blog I look out my office window and see a sea of orange covering our lawn. Pumpkins: large ones, medium sized ones, small ones, orange ones, warty ones, white ones, and red ones all lined up neatly with a sign in front of each line indicating the price. For nineteen years this has been the fall tradition at our house and the community expects it and looks forward to it. I would be a rich man if I received…..