<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5FMxKnmbEs/SPDjz1kUSiI/AAAAAAAAAUo/UhhlfRBcSk4/s1600-h/DSC02502.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n5FMxKnmbEs/SPDjz1kUSiI/AAAAAAAAAUo/UhhlfRBcSk4/s1600-h/DSC02502.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>1. Feel an intense urge to find a "real" pumpkin patch at 5:00 p.m. on a Saturday afternoon.<br /><br />2. Don't use the Internet or other resource to look up stories on or directories of pumpkin patches or farms in the Tulsa area.<br /><br />3. Drive "strategically" through the rural areas of the metro, flipping a coin to decide whether to turn right or left at intersections.<br /><br />4. After one hour of hunting, interrupt friends' and family's evening plans with phone inquiries as to the location of their "favorite pumpkin patch - you know, the kind where you can pick your own?"<br /><br />5. Stumble upon a real pumpkin patch! Discover the operation closed 15 minutes before your arrival. Peer through the windows of the retail area, looking in vain for straggling staff people, chiming, "We've got a baby out here lookin' to pick his first pumpkin!," hoping to guilt someone into opening up.<br /><br />6. Take photos of off-limits pumpkin patch. Consider making off with one measly little pumpkin. Remember rural area+stealing=shot gun.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SPSeJD-wy1I/AAAAAAAAAXI/X2pClyh77mU/s1600-h/DSC02506-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SPSeJD-wy1I/AAAAAAAAAXI/X2pClyh77mU/s400/DSC02506-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257000543572773714" border="0" /></a>  Take more photos instead.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SPSd1RZfEBI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ZwNhl4rizp0/s1600-h/DSC02505-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SPSd1RZfEBI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ZwNhl4rizp0/s400/DSC02505-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257000203577135122" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SPSeCWKwtvI/AAAAAAAAAXA/NcMsrb_F1p0/s1600-h/DSC02505-2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SPSeCWKwtvI/AAAAAAAAAXA/NcMsrb_F1p0/s400/DSC02505-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257000428195854066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >Just in case you needed help spottin' the suckers. </span><br /></div><br />7. After two hours and no freshly harvested pumpkin, drive home listening to the musical stylings of the famished infant in the back seat.<br /><br />Assuage bad-mommy guilt by making three batches of chocolate chip pumpkin muffins, made from scratch using pumpkins purchased from good ol' <a href="http://www.reasors.com/">Reasor's</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SPSlFlZjw7I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/CMWI7ja36MM/s1600-h/DSC02510.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SPSlFlZjw7I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/CMWI7ja36MM/s400/DSC02510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257008180405453746" border="0" /></a>Mmm. Boy, do I feel better now.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Photos taken at </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.sandersnurseryok.com/contact.html">Sanders Nursery &amp; Distribution Center Inc.</a><span style="font-style: italic;">, in Broken Arrow at 20705 E. 161st St.</span></span>