“Pumpkin patches.” Just one of the many things very different down here than it is in Chicago. In Chicago, October was one of those times of the year that you had to leave the city and remind yourself that you do in fact live in the Midwest in Illinois… and you’re surrounded by nothing by farms. And corn. A whole lot of corn. Before Halloween, we’d drive an hour or so out to one of the many farms in the suburbs that grew pumpkins. The idea of visiting a pumpkin patch included much more than actually visiting the patch and picking your pumpkin. It was a an entire day’s event. Hay rides, caramel apples, face painting, corn mazes (yes corn mazes), apple cider, etc. So this year, when we were invited to the “pumpkin patch” in Miami, I was confused. There aren’t pumpkin farms in Miami, are there?! Turns out a South Florida pumpkin patch is actually just a pile of bought pumpkins piled in a Church parking lot. Nothing really to keep you there for more than 30 minutes except maybe the indecisiveness of the kids choosing pumpkins and the very urban playground right next door. Oh well, still a fun day!