On Saturday, my friend Tiffany and I headed an hour outside of the city to attend...
a pumpkin festival!
Why drive an hour to pick out a pumpkin? Because this was the only place in Southern California where you could pick your own off the vine!
Do you see any vines? Neither did we.
My guess is that some college students with trucks were drafted to plop the thousands of pumpkins in this field.
But anyway. We had fun.
We had the pancake breakfast. We scared children in the corn maze. We resisted buying handcrafted birdhouses and snocones.
I did come home with a lovely punkin.
And the bunnies got a treat, too.
Pumpkin Festival, you provided a good punkin and lots of people watching. Too bad no vines.
