Once upon a time not far from Holly’s house in a popular suburb of one of the country’s largest cities was a pumpkin patch. And by pumpkin patch Holly means a large picturesque field where pumpkins are trucked in and laid in neat rows.
Holly and her family visited and enjoyed the pumpkin patch very much. They looked forward to the following fall so that they could visit again.
The next year Holly was surprised to see the WHOLE field full of pumpkins. She couldn’t wait to go visit the super-sized pumpkin patch.
Hey, wait!
It wasn’t just one pumpkin patch. It was now
two.
Practically identical pumpkin patches sitting right next to each other.
Holly wasn’t the only one that noticed the phenomenon.
The pumpkin patches noticed
each other.
Soon each patch had new signs:
And then some more signs:
At this point some legal action took place that Holly is too tired to review and report back to you. She assumes it involved lawyers, judges and a whole bunch of pumpkin patch proceeds.
She would also like to make the following legal disclaimer: Holly has no further understanding of this case then what is obvious to the general public while driving a minivan past the patches at no more than 50 mph. Nothing drawn in marker should be construed as fact, opinion or slander.
Once the case was settled, things settled down a bit at the patches.
One of the patches received a new name!
And so it went for a few pumpkin seasons. The Patch and Village coexisted in a civil manner.
As civil as two fighting children required to sit next to each other.
Then a new sign appeared
this fall on the patch formally known as Village:
It appeared they had changed their name to Park.
Why Park?
Holly thinks that it might have something to do with the fact that when you drive from town toward the Patch, you cannot tell that there are two separate pumpkin entities. All you are looking for is pumpkins and a place to park:
That Pumpkin Park is so sneaky it is downright scary.
All of our pumpkin patches have been plowed under to create a new multiplex. sigh. I’m glad you got to walk the fields! 🙂
Now, we don’t go to a pumpkin patch. We either pick up the pumpkins at the orchard- they have a truck load delivered, or we got to the pick your own pumpkin place and pick them off the plants. They are 29 cents per pound to pick them off the plant or 39 cents per pound to get one already picked. It was $5 for a huge pumpkin verses $4.99 for a smallish one at the grocery store.
That is hysterical! I love the illustrations. Perfect!
I am just glad you are on top of all this…
Texas Holly!
Next year you need to come to our pumpkin patch…
The TrailerParks Pumpkin Patch and Petting Zoo!!
I’ll be sure and plant a special squash just for YOU!
Your illustrated stories always crack me up. Those sneaky pumpkin people- LOL!
The Great Pumpkin will be looking for a sincere, non-litigious pumpkin patch once again this year. I think there’s one in Nigeria. If you send me $1500 I’ll take you there on my way to claim a six million dollar fortune.
i love your little drawings!
This is a whole level of genius I’ll never reach!! TOO funny!
I honestly don’t know why I’ve not been following your blog already. You are SO funny (and observant)!!