The Farewell to Pumpkins Post

He was 18 months old.  His adorable Rugby style romper was about the cutest thing I had ever seen.  He wore it often that fall.  It was our first trip to the pumpkin patch together and the Johnston Pumpkin Farm didn't disappoint.  The rows and rows of the orange hued harvest gave Cade plenty of adventure as we played hide and seek.  He even found a wooden Winnie the Pooh who happened to be his favorite character ever.

After we wandered to the back of the patch, we made another discovery:  Animals!  For a toddler, the rabbits, chickens, turkey, pigs, and sheep were an absolute delight.  He didn't talk well at that point, but I knew by his chatter and squeals that he was having the time of his life.

A couple of boys later, we still adventured out to the Johnston Pumpkin Farm whenever we could.  As the boys entered preschool and kindergarten, I would chaperon their field trips.  Information regarding harvests, lessons on sorghum, and the importance of cotton graced their little impressionable minds.  The hay ride never disappointed.  The field trip to the patch was one I always looked forward to. 

Sure, there were other pumpkin farms in the area that we could have visited, but this one always felt like home.  It was where memories were made and laughter was abundant.

It broke my heart to learn the other day that Johnston Pumpkin Farm will not be reopening.  The owners feel led to other callings in life.  Callings that don't involve rows of orangey hues.

Sniff. 

Here are a few pics for old times sake.

Sam's first kiss was at the pumpkin patch. 

Thank you, Johnston Pumpkin Farm for the happy service and the fun memories!  God Bless you on your new adventure.