Michael,

Well, we found white pumpkins right here in Colorado.  We were way out on the plains near where Nebraska touches our north eastern border, and found a farm stand with every color available–orange, red, white, blue, green, and various mixtures thereof. So of course we had to have at least a white one.  (See a carved white jackolantern in daylight, and the same one at night on our front porch.)

On the same trip we saw the Pawnee grasslands,  old-fashioned  windmills, new-fashioned  windpower  mills, decaying  remnants of the old plains farms, and many a tumbling tumbleweed (movie), all coming to the blog as soon as the blogmeister gets a good fraction of his stories out of his craw and onto the screen.

–rakkity