I think I might have mentioned how much I love this time of year. Maybe once or twice. Or Thrice.
We had planned to visit the Pumpkin Farm on Saturday, but a very serious and awful thing happened on Saturday instead, (more on that later, once I can bear to speak of it... right now, I simply can't... so...) and we didn't make it.
|They must have put that swing there just for HER.|
He did find solace in the other varieties, though, so don't feel too badly for him.
|Sweet Boy points the way to the pumpkin patch.|
|In among the various squashes.|
|Isn't she the cutest thing?|
|"This little one? Or.... whatever it is over there?"|
|Cut off the vine and ready for your wheelbarrow!|
|Mmmmm.... white pumpkins....|
|Not so many "Polar Bear" pumpkins left...|
|But plenty more pumpkins up the hill....|
|See you next year, Mr. Swing.|
And THEN we went to get Frozen Yogurt and hit up the local Street Fair.
Pretty successful day, all things considered.