Though upon arrival a startling post upon the door stating "Late Frost: No Apple's from these here trees." Hampered not by such startling news, onward we marched to find us our awaited treasures: the squash fruit of all fall squash fruit; PUMPKINS.
The Rock Star (Reade), the Gramma (as herself), and the one "Tired of pictures in the wind" (Raleigh) each had their share of pickin's. Funny we found, some green.
Some pictures to prove of our fabulous finds.
Though happy the farm, the apple lovers tear.