Wonderful farm that has a pumpkin festival every weekend during October. We got some terrific pumpkin soup and picked up a few beauties for this year's display.
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Sunday, October 20, 2024
Saturday, October 5, 2024
Saturday Fun
We hit up a pumpkin farm in the morning and then visited a favorite town in these parts for their annual Oktoberfest. And we even managed to find some Graverobber Unholy Rye Whiskey from Art in the Age.
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alcohol,
art in the age,
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gourds,
graverobber unholy rye whiskey,
indian corn,
oktoberfest,
pumpkins,
saturdays
Thursday, July 25, 2024
The Autumn People
First of all, it was October, a rare month of boys; full of cold winds, long nights, dark promises. Days get short. The shadows lengthen. The wind warms in such a way, you want to run forever through the fields, because up ahead, ten thousand pumpkins lie waiting to be cut.
- Ray Bradbury
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pumpkins,
Ray Bradbury,
something wicked this way comes,
witch,
witches
Tuesday, April 23, 2024
The Scarecrow
All winter through I bow my head
Beneath the driving rain;
The North Wind powders me with snow
And blows me black again;
At midnight 'neath a maze of stars
I flame with glittering rime,
And stand, above the stubble, stiff
As mail at morning-prime.
But when that child called Spring, and all
His host of children, come,
Scattering their buds and dew upon
These acres of my home,
Some rapture in my rags awakes;
I lift void eyes and scan
The sky for crows, those ravening foes,
Of my strange master, Man.
I watch him striding lank behind
His clashing team, and know
Soon will the wheat swish body high
Where once lay a sterile snow;
Soon I shall gaze across a sea
Of sun-begotten grain,
Which my unflinching watch hath sealed
For harvest once again.
- Walter de la Mare
Beneath the driving rain;
The North Wind powders me with snow
And blows me black again;
At midnight 'neath a maze of stars
I flame with glittering rime,
And stand, above the stubble, stiff
As mail at morning-prime.
But when that child called Spring, and all
His host of children, come,
Scattering their buds and dew upon
These acres of my home,
Some rapture in my rags awakes;
I lift void eyes and scan
The sky for crows, those ravening foes,
Of my strange master, Man.
I watch him striding lank behind
His clashing team, and know
Soon will the wheat swish body high
Where once lay a sterile snow;
Soon I shall gaze across a sea
Of sun-begotten grain,
Which my unflinching watch hath sealed
For harvest once again.
- Walter de la Mare
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abandoned,
farm,
photoshoot,
poetry,
pumpkin head,
rural,
scarecrow,
Scarecrows,
walter de la mare
Saturday, April 6, 2024
Friday, February 23, 2024
Monday, November 27, 2023
Monday, October 16, 2023
Milky Way Farm Fall Harvest
We took a trip to Chester Springs, PA to visit Milky Way Farm for their annual Fall Harvest. 130 beautiful acres that felt like entering a Bradbury short story and a Wyeth painting. The weather was chilly and breezy, and absolutely perfect for meandering the hilly farm with hot cider and pumpkin ice cream for pumpkin picking and a corn maze. Easily the best pumpkin patch around these parts so this will definitely be an annual tradition for sure.
Friday, January 20, 2023
Tuesday, December 6, 2022
Saturday, November 26, 2022
Saturday, October 15, 2022
Thursday, September 22, 2022
Autumnal Equinox
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autumn,
corn stalks,
fall,
farm,
gourds,
h.r. giger,
pumpkins,
ring
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