Pumpkin Patches

We drove back from Tahoe this morning, over the High Sierras. I remembered the excitement and disbelief of passing through a real ghost town, abandoned when the gold ran out, with Will and Cissy and Stefan's mother twenty seven years ago. we got stuck in the snow then, not snowing now, though very cold and dry.

This time I was bemused by the Pumpkin Patch phenomenon. What on earth makes anyone want to go into a field to look at pumpkins? There is often an entry charge! People take little children......

Stefan was also remembering taking Cissy to Marine World some seven years ago, when the trained birds would NOT do what they were supposed to and she was transported with amusement. And now she has birds. A correlation?