Throughout grade school, Mom drove my brother and me into the rural outskirts of the neighboring town every October. We bounced along in the backseat, giggling as we hit every pothole and watching the farmhouses roll past the windows.
Eventually we slowed to a stop in a dirt parking lot and clambered out of the car to push our way through the cornstalk maze and pay a nickel to feel goats nibble their food out of our hands. But most importantly, we inspected every row of pumpkins, critiquing the size, shape, and color, until we each picked on to carry home and carve with Dad.
This year, the whirlwind at work ate up my free time, and I didn’t even buy a pumpkin to carve, much less visit a pumpkin patch. Yet it isn’t Halloween without a jack-o-lantern or two, so I baked mine into cookies instead!