Harvest Moon Page #4

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I'll fix you a tray.

Oh, no, Rosie,

I don't want to be a bother.

No bother.

You go on now.

What?

[Groans]

Ai.

Oh!

Oh...

Wow.

You've got a bad sunburn.

Uh-huh.

Looks like my jar of

L'oublier moisturizer

is no match for your

country sunshine.

You should try

some of grandma's cream.

What's grandma's cream?

Come on.

My grandma used to make it.

There's still a little bit left.

Pumpkin-y.

It is.

Go ahead, try it.

My mommy used it all the time.

Do you think your mommy

would like it?

Well, my mommy's in heaven,

like yours.

Oh.

You think they're friends?

[Jen]:
I'm sure they are.

I gave Jen some of

grandma's cream, daddy.

That's nice, honey.

Food's getting cold.

Oh! Kiss to make it better.

She is a sweetheart.

That she is.

I thought you said that

this place was "nothing".

Well, my dad built it for mom.

With a houseful of boys

and a bunkhouse full of farm hands,

you can imagine

she needed her own space.

Yeah. Maggie liked it in here, too.

May I?

Yeah.

"Harvest Moon."

What's that?

It was a big party

that we used to have

at the start of harvest season.

You know, when all the farmhands

would come back to town,

they probably wouldn't have seen

each other for about a year,

and my mom and dad,

they'd throw a big old shindig,

with food and drinks,

dancing.

The whole town would

pretty well show up.

It was a lot fun...

Sounds like it.

That's Abby being the

Pumpkin Princess.

Yeah.

Yeah, I miss it.

Why don't you guys do it anymore?

It just wouldn't seem right.

Not now.

Listen, I know today was rough.

We'll make sure

tomorrow's a little easier.

Oh, don't do it on my account.

If we've got to get this

place up and running,

I need to work just as hard

as anybody else--

including you, sir.

Yes, ma'am.

Hmm.

[Knocking on door]

Come in!

Jen, I was figuring,

if you're going

to stick around here,

you're going need something

that'll take the wear and

tear a little better

than those my little farmer

outfits of yours,

so here.

Rosie...Thank you.

You can thank me

by taking care of yourself.

I get sore just looking at you.

How's your sunburn?

Oh, it's so much better,

thanks to this stuff

that Abby gave me.

Abby named it

"Grandma's Pumpkin Cream."

That's the very last of it, too.

I looked it up on the Internet,

I can't find anything on it.

Oh, you won't.

My sister kept the recipe top-secret.

I mean,

she wrote it down someplace,

but I haven't been able

to find it since...

You know.

Do you mind me asking...

What happened?

Car accident...

Rainy night...

My sister, her husband,

and Brett's wife, Maggie.

It happened very fast.

I'm so sorry.

Yeah, it was a tough thing.

It still is.

But you gotta keep going.

That's what we do around here.

Well, I think that's enough

of me pontificating.

Good night, dear.

Good night.

Sweet dreams.

[Crickets chirping, owl hooting]]

[Howling]

[Playing ocean sounds]

[Ocean sounds playing]

[Jen sighs, relaxed]

[Restaurant patrons chatting]

[]

Harry. Hi.

Hey.

I have been asking all over town,

but nobody seems to know.

Is there someplace

that we can get a pumpkin labeler?

A what?

You know, to label our pumpkins

with our own logo.

If we're going to create

a Jarrett brand pumpkin,

we're going to need our own logo.

Catchy, but--

she's pretty.

What's her name?

Valerie.

Are you two, you know?

Me and her?

No. She'd never go out with me.

Well, have you asked her?

No. I couldn't do that.

Hey. Coffee?

Yes.

Hi, Harry.

Uh... hi.

Are you going to the dance

for Mr. Jenkins this weekend?

Uh... no.

There's a dance?

[Valerie]:
Uh... yeah.

He broke his leg,

so they're doing a fundraiser

at the community center

to help him out.

I thought maybe you were going.

Anyway, I will be back

to take your order in a sec.

Harry.

She obviously wants you

to ask her to the dance.

I can't dance.

Well, you are going to have to learn.

[]

I got a feelin' inside

I got an ache in my bones

it keeps telling me

I just ought to leave you alone

I've got a song in my head

sounds like the Rolling Stones

singing "Brown Sugar"

[]

I'm thinking years from now

about the two of us

maybe I'm thinking

I'm thinking too much

maybe I'm thinking

I'm thinking too much

[]

Right in here is where

we plant the seedlings,

to start the crop

for next harvest.

Aw, little baby ones.

That must be why

they call it a nursery.

Must be.

Okay, so what you do

is you may an impression.

Okay.

Mm-hmm.

Got it.

And then you kind of do

a little scissor grab.

Okay, I think I can do this.

Scissor grab.

Okay, you want to press the

earth down firmly around it.

-Just like this.

-Okay.

Yeah. Here you go.

And then you just want

to plant the rest of them.

Okay.

Okay.

How's my favorite pumpkin expert?

Great, daddy.

Just great.

We are really

getting it into shape.

How about you?

Everything okay?

Good.

Good...

As well as can be expected,

I suppose.

We're working out a deal

with the creditors,

and I can see some light

at the end of the tunnel.

Don't worry, daddy.

Once I get this place

running smoothly,

there will be buyers

lined up down the street.

You'll be back on your feet

in no time.

Okay, hon'.

Love you.

Love you.

Oh. [Groans]

[]

[]

Hey! Brett.

I think she's starting

to get the hang of it around here.

[]

Yeah, she sure is.

[]

It's got to be here somewhere.

What if it's not a written recipe?

What if the skin cream

is just something that

she remembered how to make?

No, she definitely wrote it down.

She used to say

she kept the recipe in a

place close to her heart.

If we find

grandma's secret recipe,

do I get to be a Princess again?

Abby...

You get to be the Princess

all you want...

[Gasping]

You clever girl!

-This is it!

-Yes!

This is it!

You takin' over for Rosie now, too?

Lou!

You are just the person

I wanted to see!

Can I steal you for a minute?

Okay.

Okay...

There we go.

How is this feeling?

Uh... it's nice.

Yeah, yeah.

It's nice.

It's tingly.

Really tingly.

Mm-hmm.

Ooh...

Ooh, good?

Ooh, bad.

No good?

Yeah, no good.

Okay, okay. Sorry.

Okay, sorry.

Too much lemon.

Maybe it's just too late

to help somebody like me.

No, no.

It is never too late.

We're going to start over

and try again.

Okay.

Less lemon.

Say no to lemon.

It looks good.

Got her up and running.

Atta boy.

Yeah, but for how long's

anybody's guess.

Hey, you see that wife of

mine around anyplace?

[Lou]:
Right here,

ya old fool.

Oh, there you are.

Notice anything different

about me?

You smell like pumpkins.

That's it?

What do you want from me?

Okay, Jen, you're on

fence inspection duty

this afternoon.

Not the horses again?

Well, that depends.

Do you know how to drive a stick?

Absolutely.

My daddy once bought me

the most adorable

little vintage Aston Martin

one summer.

This is a little different,

though, right?

Got this, you see,

has two sticks.

All right, guys,

I'm not completely

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