This is where the photos end--Despite the idyllic images I had photographed in my mind on this trip to pumpkin glory, B fell asleep in the car and Frank and I ate pumpkin ice cream in the gravel parking lot about three feet from our sleeping beauty. I picked out my family of pumpkins from the "already picked" section in the farm barn. It wasn't quite the afternoon that I had envisioned, but the ice cream was delicious and I didn't have to get my shoes dirty tramping through the fields.
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