My parents are currently wrapping up a Mediterranean cruise, but before they left they took their grandchildren to a pumpkin patch for the little ones to enjoy all the fun n’ thrills contained in a muddy field. Nolan, naturally, would likely still happily be there if we’d left him behind. The place we went to on a brisk, sunny Friday afternoon in early October was the Laity Pumpkin Patch. One of the first patches in the Lower Mainland.
The Laity’s are a long-time farming family, Laity Street takes its name from them, as their farm was (and still is) at the end of the street and that was how people used to get to their place. They can trace their residence in Maple Ridge through at least four, perhaps as many as six, generations. Interestingly enough, their lucrative October gourd business occurred by accident. Over 20 years ago some pumpkin seeds were mixed in through their compost which just happened to be spread over their personal vegetable patch. October rolls around and the pumpkins have grown large and full and in copious amounts. So many pumpkins that the family could have carved entire legions of ghouls, ghosts n’ creepy crawlers and still had seeds left over. One of the teenaged boys asked his mom if she minded if he sold some of them to friends or gave them away.
Mrs. Laity knows a good idea when she hears one, that year they modestly sold the bulk of their orange pumpkins to be carved into Jack o’ Lanterns, but kept enough pumpkins AND the seeds to repeat the process next year and expand upon it.
It’s been an unmitigated success.
Now schools and daycares from around the Lower Mainland travel to the Laity Pumpkin Patch to pick some pumpkins and wander through the rustic compound Mrs. Laity and her team have developed.
Mom, being Mom and having known Mrs. Laity for nearly 30 years, packed up her three youngest grandchildren and went to the patch in the morning. I sluggishly followed along. Mom’s sister-in-law (my aunt) and niece (my cousin) met us there with their 2 year old boy.
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Only, they were running late and Mom never bothered to actually check the hours of the pumpkin patch. Every AM it is dedicated to schools and groups. Sagely, only a fraction of the fields are open during the morning and it is less free-roaming gourd-for-all and more guided tour.
On the fly, Grandma’s Daycare is born, when Mom and Mrs. Laity realize Mom’s predicament. She ushered into the big red barn filled with animals.
Nolan immediately gravitates towards the birdcage. Aisling bounce all over the place, checking out all the animals and Kylianne likes the goats and sheep.
Oddly, before Macgregor joins us, we briefly have a temporary Asian child in attendance at Grandma’s Daycare. She, like Mom, didn’t realize it was groups only before lunch, only unlike Mom she can’t call in a favour.
Unlike our usual visits the Laity farm, after five minutes we are instructed to move to the next half of the barn because this is, actually, on a timer. Which makes sense considering the number of stations that have been set up and the number of groups that rotate through this pastoral patch over the course of a day. The second half of the barn brings about the first set of tears as Kylianne sticks her finger through the chickenwire to try to pet a large rooster. The rooster notices a wiggling pink thing and figures… “wormsnack”! Kylianne jerks her finger back as tears roll down her cheeks and suddenly “I hate that rooster, it can never visit mine room ever”!
Up next, is an outdoor interactive playset. There are tractors (Nolan, “TRAC-TOR”!), and trains which Macgregor streaks to, as well as various coops and barnyard animals. Children can feed the horses and llamas and pigs as well milk the cows, there are also some informational displays which the toddlers ignore. Things are fine, the girls flit from animal to animal, naming them, petting them, milking them; while the boys glom on a tractor and a train and are perfectly content until it’s time to move to the next station. Double sets of tears from the boys.
Nolan loves the next station once he wipes the tears from his eyes. Tractor Ride!
It’s a simple oval, for someone like Nolan this is ‘warm ups’ but for a lot of suburban and urban kids this is a novel mode of transportation in a bucolic locale. The two minute loop shows the Golden Ears (on good days) and when the Golden Ears Mountains are out and in the sunshine, they are a magnificent view indeed.
Once off the tractor (far too short a ride for Nolan), there are some bigger animals, most notably an emu, which Kylianne wisely opts not to try and pet. If the rooster peck hurt, an emu bash would…
exactly. Good call Kylianne!
The kids enjoy cookies and juice in a teepee, a good time for the kids to relax after about thirty minutes of stuff and before the next part of the tour. And for the teachers, child keepers and grandparents a chance to relax and regroup.
With the adults momentarily relaxed and the kids recharged on sugar, its time for the magical woods. In the woods are some cartoon characters that are more recognizable to the kids than to me. What I find more interesting is how over the 20-0dd years since the pumpkin patch began the artwork has improved. The initial ones are still there, fewer and few each year, and they sport a certain amateur charm. The newer ones are either three dimensional or professionally done and look excellent.
In the small wooded area the kids find cartoons, dinosaurs, wild animals, a pioneer town, fairies amongst ferns and a bridge of dragons.
After the woods, there is a corn maze to explore. Mom might still be there if she were on her own. One good thing about going to the pumpkin patch early, fewer visitors means few people as made their own trails through the maze out of frustration or hooliganism. We meet one team leader who is alone, she’s completely lost her students. Excellent. I only lost an aunt, a cousin and her kid!
I love corn mazes, they’re counter intuitive. Logic suggests one way, but often time going against instincts leads to more success and a quicker route.
After that it was time to pan for gold!
(Not real gold, this is a business after all!)
The kids didn’t grasp the concept entirely but they enjoyed playing with the wet sand in the water troughs. Kids + sand + water = wet fun.
Finally, time to pick some pumpkins on the other side of some massive sunflowers. I suspect those are Russian for some reason.
It’s funny, in the picture above (in the slideshow) the one depicting the pumpkins in the field is very different than every other picture I’ve taken with the same view. The hordes haven’t trampled the greenery down into the earth and the rains haven’t pounded the dirt into mud. Here there are orange pumpkins peeking out from under green vines and leaves. In a couple of weeks, it will look like a barren brown mudscape with orange balls mired in the muck. I really enjoyed the writhing lines of green.
The kids aren’t overly interested in picking their own pumpkins, so we gather them up and usher them towards the vehicles to return to Grandma’s Daycare for lunch.
A couple of final things worth noting.
Nolan is incapable of not getting dirty. He attracts dirt and mud like… well… like his father did at that age or someone at Boryeon Mudfest.
Aisling more interested in the ladybug she found, than in pumpkins.
The picture of Nolan and Aisling in the pumpkin patch, Nolan is about to fall over as Aisling rushes to show me the ladybug. Nolan would NOT let go of that pumpkin and took (yet another) tumble into the mud.
I coral Nolan and Aisling out in the parking lot, the pair find a car and start wiping a door clear of mud, the car just happens to belong to the woman on the entry gate. She yells at the pair of them to get away from her car! They don’t understand. Mom makes a joke of it that falls on humourless ears. I ignore her and allow the duo to indulge a few more swipes of the door before marshalling them to the mini-van for the short ride back to Grandma’s Daycare.