The great pumpkin never came to my garden so my husband and I loaded up the car with blankets and sweatshirts, good food and water, and headed north on Interstate 95. The further north we got, the more colorful the leaves on the trees. They were mostly yellow and brown, nothing spectacular, nothing with blazing red and flaming orange.
The main reason for this journey was to visit the granddaughter for a few days. Saturday morning came with gray clouds in the sky and a chill in the air. But we had to go and look for the Great Pumpkin.
The blankets kept us warm in the car and the sweatshirts kept us warm at Orr's Farm Market off Interstate 81 and a few miles of winding local roads in Martinsburg, West Virginia. We past a huge field with various sizes of pumpkins and we were delighted and impressed. Charlie Brown would have jumped with joy.
We continued to the Market to find out what we had to do. The granddaughter couldn't care less: she had found her pumpkin and she would not let go of it. We tried to explain that we could hitch a hay ride to the pumpkin patch but she wouldn't hear of it.
Orr's Farm Market isn't a particularly large place but it is well stocked with fruit, berries, vegetables, and sundries too numerous to mention. We even picked Steuben grapes. After we had loaded up the pumpkin in a cart, we added apples, potatoes, zucchini, and cider.
We had to go to wonderful West Virginia in search of the Great Pumpkin only to bring it to balmy and rainy Northern Florida; however, it brought us joy to be with the granddaughter and to find the Great Pumpkin with her.
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