Portland has quite a few pumpkin patches nearby. Many of them with hayrides and (haunted) corn mazes, and plenty of hot cider and kettle corn.
Usually, they’re not in season until we start to see rain, and they can get kind of mucky. I happened to go after a particularly rainy week; there was plenty of mud, and subsequent mold, to be found.
This particular patch was quite busy on a Saturday morning, with a lot of enthusiastic hunters out in search of the perfect pumpkin.
After rolling over a lot of too big and too gnarled pumpkins, I found just the one: small, round, and ideal for not carving. I love carving pumpkins, but I love not carving them just as much.
Right now, this guy is on display with some other wild-looking gourds, keeping our table company through fall.