Halloweenland

They said it would be a pick-your-own pumpkin farm with some kiddie activities. I envisioned just such a place from my childhood. Good for an hour, at least, right?

When we arrived, the grass field held more cars than the Lollapalooza concert I attended in 1990. There was a multi-acre field full of pumpkins perfect for photographs of Zoe, Eleni, our Godchild Angelika, and her brother Andreas.

There were a plethora of handmade animated singing and dancing chickens...and skeletons. There were hog races. There was a haunted barn. There was a hayride and a pumpking launcher that sent pumpkins soaring over a pond where they splashed down and disintegrated. And, best of all for Zoe, there was a little train ride which, unlike at the zoo, let 2-year-olds and their parents on board.





There were also some piles of pumpkins.

And rabbits.









And fresh grilled corn on the cob.

A jolly good day was had by all.