The great pumpkin search

On Sun­day we went on our Great Pump­kin search. We headed off to Kenyon Hall Farm like we have the past few years. We have a good time bit I always feel like I’ve been cheated. I want stacks of hay w/ pump­kins piled high! I want pump­kins with large stalks not the nubs they leave on the pump­kins here in Eng­land. I want candy apples and warm apple cider (the non alco­holic ver­sion). I want hay rides. I want the count­less things I’ve forgotten.

It’s not to say that we didn’t have a good time. We did, we always do at Kenyon Hall Farm. They had planted some autumn rasp­ber­ries and the kids had a fan­tas­tic time pick­ing & eat­ing their body weight in rasp­ber­ries. We then trudged over to the tiny pump­kin patch but it was a bit sparse. We searched and searched for a good one but finally gave up. We headed off to the poly­tun­nel to choose one that had been shipped in– frozen! Maybe I’m roman­ti­siz­ing the entire expe­ri­ence but I don’t recall frozen pumpkins.

While we were there it was like an Amer­i­can expat reunion! I was there w/ friends who were Amer­i­can and we heard at least 3 other Amer­i­can accents. It appears I (and my friends) aren’t the only ones who miss the autumn expe­ri­ence. So this is my open let­ter to the folks at Kenyon Hall Farm… Call me… Maybe. Seri­ously I would love to work with them to enhance the expe­ri­ence. I know that they are a farm not an amuse­ment park but if the expe­ri­ence is great word will get out and pretty soon more of us Yanks will show up there with our 1/2 British kids try­ing to I still in them a love for all things Autumn…apples…pumpkins…hayrides…apple cider.