This place has a way of reminding me that I'm not in the city anymore.
While looking for provisions and readying for the hurricane, we spotted crude signs by the side of the road. They directed us to the tiniest of pumpkin-picking events, hosted in one of the neighborhood farms.
They had baskets full of smallish weird gourds as well as huge pumpkins, monumental hay stacks, painted and arranged to resemble tractors and spiders...
Just look at that sign's adorable offerings!
There even was a small corn maze. I booed my way through it, in an attempt to make it scary for everyone else. Who knows, maybe I can get a seasonal job as maze ghost next year!
Oh yes: I will be spending my birthday in the aftermath of this hurricane.
I'm a little excited about it, actually. Hurricanes feel so familiar to me... There was a time when I would deal with 2 or 3 in a season! So is life in the tropics.