Last Saturday, we took the Canby ferry across the river over to our yearly destination for pumpkin picking, The Flower Farm. The ferry only takes a few minutes but we stand by the railing and take pictures anyway.
The Flower Farm is a sweet little place just down the road from the ferry dock and it's never very crowded. We like to sit at the picnic tables and eat our hot dogs and potato chips under the apple trees.
The pumpkin train takes us on a loop around the farm and to see the farm animals where we can pet the bunnies. We travel on through homemade haunted tunnels and decaying sunflowers until we reach the pumpkin patch to pick out our pumpkins.
We were a little late this year so the pumpkins were already picked for us and placed into piles around the farm.
Our final stop is the giant haystack pyramid where everyone but me races to the top. I watch as each of them disappears into the dark haystack maze and I eagerly wait for them to find their way down. They finally emerge, laughing, blinking their eyes in the bright sun. I'm not such a fan of heights so they agree to come down and hold my hand at the bottom.
