I do have some actual writing to post soon, but until then, I have pictures to share. We have been going to a pumpkin patch not far from town for the past six years. It is incredible to see how the kids have grown. This Saturday was not our best trip- it was 91 degrees and seemed much hotter in the middle of the field. There is a hayride out to the field, you pick your pumpkins, and then wait for the next hayride back to the rest of the farm. We have 2 children that need carrying and there isn't really a place to sit in the middle of the field. At one point I was sitting on a pumpkin, holding Virginia and Eliza, while Findley carried all of our pumpkins back to the hayride line. I was definitely questioning my sanity.
Oh, well- next year when I look back at the pics I won't remember that both my girls were crying and I didn't even have a hand to wipe the sweat off my forehead. It never ceases to amaze me the trouble us city folk will go to in order to give our kids a country experience!
If you aren't family, I'm sure you didn't make it to the end of this post. But if you did, thanks for accompanying me down memory lane!