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.
God, you are talented. I’m sorry I’ve been scarce.
I am new to your blog. This post is a riot. We live in the same town and always go to the first patch (excuse me, the Park) since its the first one we get too.
I am so late getting to this post but I had to comment. We went to the SAME PUMPKIN PATCH! OMG, I have never been so annoyed in my life. Also? The kids just had to go to both so guess who got to crawl over the fence in jeans that may have been just a little bit too snug?? It was a lovely scene. Next year, I’m going back to the patch in Celina where the pumpkin wars appear not to have started. 🙂
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Nothing like pumpkin patch drama. Great story.
That is why I buy mine at the dang grocery store. I hate controversey.
That is so sneaky…
I am so sad that we could only support our local WalMart for a pumpkin, no patches in my neck of the woods and not enterprising kid selling them on a street corner.
Loved the signs….
so which one did you go to then? maybe pumpkin park is a place for little pumpkins to romp and play and be merry?
I live very near these patches. IT kills me the lengths they have gone through. Especially considering one of the patches (you know the REAL one) is much better than the other and doesn’t really have to worry.
*sigh*