With the way things are in the world this year, things like visiting a pumpkin patch to do some real, genuine pumpkin picking have been difficult. The farms in my area that I would normally frequent, all require reservations this year, and with my work schedule and life in general, that complicates things. But for some reason, lately, I find my mind drifting to the pumpkin picking days of my early childhood. My mother didn’t like the crowds (or the pricing) at the biggest farm near us, and, being so shy and timid despite my love for Halloween, as a young child I didn’t really have much interest in participating in things like corn mazes and haunted barns. So, my mother would take me to a much smaller farm, closer to home, called L&L Farms. The building still stands today, but I don’t think it does much business, if any at all. I would love to take some pictures of it, but it’s most definitely private property and the entrance is usually roped off. It’s overgrown, r...