Pumkins, Pumpkins, and More Pumpkins

Every year it is a tradition in our family to go pick pumpkins. Unfortunately, here in Georgia, you can't pick your pumpkin in the traditional sense of the vine due to Black Widows and snakes, but it is still fun to go to the farm. The boys love selecting their pumpkins. It is a big debate in how much they can spend, what color they should get, and whether or not to buy one with warts all over it. I love Burt's Pumpkin Farm located in Dawsonville, Georgia. The staff is friendly and helpful. They are very well organized. The toilets are clean, and the hayride is fun. Roman wanted every pumpkin and while he was not looking we would have to remove all the pumpkins from our wheel barrel. I had a hard time getting a good shot this year. Roman had just as much fun watching everyone else pick their pumpkins that it was hard getting him to look at the Camera. Then the lighting was off. In some place of the farm, it was too bright and in others, the shadows seemed to hit the boys right across their faces. Despite having brought our own picnic of salami sandwiches, lemonade, macaroni salad, and doughnuts for dessert we could not resist buying a loaf of pumpkin bread. The smell of pumpkin and cinnamon was just too tempting.