There are probably a lot of ways to peddle pumpkins, like being in the grocery store business (just down the street to the south, theirs are homely), or being in the plant/nursery business (just around the curve to the north, theirs are expensive). But I can only tell you how we got into that this year, and how it's going so far.
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We have this store here in central Texas. I could say 'this small store', but I would be inaccurate, because it only looks small due to the fact that we've got so much stuff in it. The store, the yard, and the adjacent lot are fairly large, but we've got it absolutely filled with stuff.
The newest batch of stuff is a cut-down horse trailer, filled with pumpkins, 175 of them to be exact. We never knew we needed to be in the pumpkin peddling business until Dad called and said 'I'm on the way, and I've got a load of pumpkins to sell!'. Holy cow, we said to each other - he really did it.
We really shouldn't have been surprised - he's peddled firewood and apples and FSM only knows what else. Christmas trees was the regular item - Dad would gather up and go to New Mexico with his parents and brother-in-law for somewhere in the range of 500 Christmas trees back when, and it was the thrill of our lives for my cousin and I when we were allowed to be at the tree lots selling those trees. I suppose pumpkins are a natural progression.
We started on the fall decorations before he got here with the pumpkins. I went and cut down the Johnson grass outside the gate, and bound it up into 'sheaves of grain', and we drug out 2 pairs of my husband's 'should have seen their last days' jeans, flannel shirts, and some work gloves and straw hats to make scarecrows. But the pumpkins really kick it up a notch, I have to say.
We started out at $6 each, 2 for $10, and painted ones (with glow in the dark paint!) for $10 each. On October 15, we reduced the price to $5 each, 2 for $8, because really, if they don't sell, what the hell are we going to do with 100+ pumpkins? All the possible scenarios rather suck. So far we've sold about 40, given away a few (the PTO fall festival), but it's still looking like we're going to have a lot of pumpkin seeds to roast.
Hey - Stocking stuffers!!!
In unrelated news, kitkat wishes me to send greetings. She survived 30+ days above the Arctic Circle, got to pet an orca or two, declined eating whale blubber, and is now back on warmer southern patrols for a couple of months. And a tattoo. My child is getting a tattoo, thankfully honeysuckle flowers instead of something less charming, but still....