The Great Pumpkin
THE FIRST TIME we went to Old Baker Farm in Harpersville, Alabama, it was a cool Saturday in October, and our kids were little. My wife, Susan, came across the place online while looking for ideas to get them out of the house and away from their glowing screens. They were too young for us to just open the door and say, “Go outside, and don’t come back until dinner,” (as my mom used to do) and too old to take naps. Like Jack Russell terriers, the kids needed to run around; otherwise, they’d get destructive by around 10 a.m. Then Susan found the solution: fresh air, some dirt, and a chance to experience something every kid in America should do at least once—pick their own pumpkin. As we drove down…