100 acres of pumpkins!

I am pretty adamant that when we go to a pumpkin patch it better be the real deal. I learned the hard way last year that if we stay local the "patches" are more like a glorified grocery store collection. I knew we found what I was looking for when we were given our own pruning shears upon entering the farm. Granted, Kinsley fell into the prickly thorns about twentish times when her feet would get tangled in the vines. Thus, we got to carry giant pumpkins in one arm and kids in the other.