Pumpkin Patch: September 23 – October 31, 2017

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Pumpkin Patch at The Woods UMC

September 23 – October 31, 2017

Monday – Saturday, 11:00 a.m. – 7:00 p.m.
Sundays, 12:00 p.m. – 7:00 p.m.

The pumpkins are here! It is time to visit The Woods Pumpkin Patch.

The Woods UMC Pumpkin Patch will open this year on Saturday, September 23, 2017, and run through Tuesday, October 31, 2017. On weekdays and Saturday the patch will open at 11:00 a.m. and close at 7:00 p.m. On Sundays it will be open from Noon to 7:00 p.m.

Come celebrate fall and harvest time, and pick out your perfect pumpkin!

Pumpkin Patch Story Time

New for 2017 is Story Time. Our story time experience is a wonderful chance for preschools, day cares and play groups to hear a great story read by our energetic story reader, learn about pumpkins, and decorate a mini pumpkin to take home along with a treat bag. Don’t delay in contacting us as our slots fill up quickly!

  • For groups of 10 or more.
  • By appointment only.
  • Cost is $3 per child.

Click here to book your group’s Story Time visit at the Pumpkin Patch.

For more information, contact us at Debbie@thewoodsumc.org.

Book Your Story Time

Volunteers Wanted

Volunteers are also needed to help out during the pumpkin patch. This is a great time to enjoy our patch while having fellowship with the ones that come to visit and buy the pumpkins. We will have a sign-up sheet at the Welcome Center for the ones that would like to volunteer during the patch or you can sign up online here. If you have any questions at all, please contact the church office.

Volunteer for Pumpkin Patch

“The Pumpkin Patch”

By Connie Mickels

All is in place – tomorrow is opening day for the patch and it is ready. All the pumpkins are neatly placed on the stained pallets according to their size; each pallet, painted bright blue and positioned just right, so the small shoppers can walk around them and point to a particular orange globe that helps to decorate and bring to life, the tree shaded pumpkin patch. Straw bales circle the patch, as if to corral any orange getaways that try to escape without their rightful owners. Scarecrows are on guard against any pesky crows that might show up for dinner and cobwebs are draped between tree branches, as numerous spiders cling to the webs in full view for everyone to see as they come up the wide path into the patch. An occasional witch, carefully placed near the back, broom in hand, oversees the goings on. The black cat called Finnie, short for The Fabulous Feline, frequently wanders among the metal cat sculptures helping to greet all visitors.

As the moon shines its brightest, the small four legged creatures scamper among the orange boulders, sometimes stopping to gnaw on vulnerable squash warts. A silent shadow flies overhead alerting them that danger is near. Too late – for one poor little fellow. The frightened furry rodents quickly find refuge under a pallet or squeeze flat against the nearest orange lawn decoration. Not wanting to become an appetizer for the large bird, they remain there until the coast is clear.

The morning comes to life when the sun rises and people begin to filter through the archway of plastic jack-o-lanterns, the little people tugging on their parent’s hand hoping to get them up the path faster. There is no evidence of the battles fought in the patch the night before.

Children run from pallet to pallet squealing as they go, some climbing over other pumpkins that are misshapen, too perfect, too ugly or as in Jessie’s case, just for the fun of the climb. Jessie’s parents first brought her to the patch four years ago when she was just one year old. Every year since, on the third Sunday of October, she has returned to the patch on her quest to find the one perfect gourd. This year she is accompanied by her little brother Joseph, who is still too young to walk on his own and is being pushed in his stroller by Dad.

After much deliberation involving many trips around each pallet, the choice is narrowed down between a tall misshapen pumpkin with a long curved stem or the short fat one that has a smattering of warts across its surface.

“Which one Daddy, which one do you like?” Jessie asked. “Well now let me see,” he started to reply when Jessie interrupted, suggesting that they see which one Joseph likes best.

Joey was busy being entertained by Finnie’s meandering around the patch and keeping just out of reach of grasping hands. Nevertheless, Mom picked up little Joseph, and with his fingers tightly wrapped around her forefingers, helps him make his way to the tall pumpkin Jessie was pointing to. As he reaches the destination, Mom releases his hands, and Joey collapses to his knees securely hugging the pumpkin. “See,” Jessie says, “he likes that one. Maybe – maybe we could get both of them! Please Daddy, please,” she pleads. Mom and Dad exchange glances and nod.

The adventure of the morning is coming to an end as Jessie pulls the red wagon loaded with both pumpkins to the car. Being extra careful to not tip the wagon and spill the precious cargo, she looks at Joey who is marking the occasion with a wide yawn and resting his eyes.

That afternoon, with pumpkin guts still heaped in the middle of the kitchen table and the smell of fresh baked sugar cookies lingering in the air, Jessie and Daddy step back to admire the appearance of the new illuminated friends that are now wearing near-toothless grins.

“Well done,” mom says from behind the counter, pulling a sheet of roasted pumpkins seeds from the oven.

“Well done” echoes Jessie sporting her widest grin, “well done!”