Pumpkin Patch
Story by Janine.
There are times in our life when our experiences bring us full circle. Such was the case this past week while in Borrego Springs. Growing up, my family spent many a weekend in Borrego Springs. Joined by several other families we would camp at the same grove of trees. Days were spent riding our dirt bikes in the Anza-Borrego Desert, nights around the campfire. These were special times for me and this recent trip to Borrego Springs brought back many fond memories. The Pumpkin Patch is one of them.
Not so much a memory as a curiosity. I had often heard the grown ups refer to the Pumpkin Patch in evening stories around the campfire. Our Dad’s took us kids on many adventurous dirt bike rides but we never did convince them to take us to the Pumpkin Patch so I was left only with the visual my imagination created. And a curiousity never fulfilled.
So I was especially excited when Ron and I set out to photograph this place that was a long forgotten memory. When we arrived I was surprised at how small the “patch” was, but the pumpkins were as I had imagined. I wondered what my impression would have been 30 something years ago as a young girl. I had long ago forgotten about the Pumpkin Patch but as we left I felt strangely satisfied to have finally seen the Pumpkin Patch, and a childhood curiousity was fulfilled.
