We almost didn’t make it. The train at Brooks Farms was leaving. It was going to the pumpkin patch. My daughter was determined to be on it. We were in the last wooden wagon (orange, the best). School kids from a bus tour filled the other wagons. The rain had conveniently subsided. It was now crisp, cold and bright. Oh, the thrill to be riding this wagon “train” at Brooks Farm on the border of East Gwillimbury as it toured the gorgeous countryside. The train stopped. The school children scrambled up the hill to pick their pumpkins. My daughter too. She picked the littlest pumpkin. Perfect in its own way. Just like our afternoon’s adventure.
At Brooks Farms.
