Can you believe it's pumpkin picking time already? It is, my friend. And it was an unbelievably gorgeous weekend for picking out pumpkins so this weekend it was. We went to our usual pumpkin patch, The Flower Farm, and soaked up the sun and breathed in the clean October air.
Whoosh! The train zoomed us over the track and under the tunnels and through the fields (sorta, it only goes about 3 mph) to get our pumpkins.
The golden grass and the sunflower stalks caught my eye. So did the little haunted ticket booth.
The kids sat up high on the torn-up seats in the rickety wooden caboose at the end of the train.
We wondered what the next stop would bring…
Beautiful cosmos—still in full bloom!—with a pile of pumpkins playing peek-a-boo behind them.
And layers upon layers of fields, trees, and flowers, as far as the eye could see.
Then we reached the main attraction, the hay pyramid, and Miss A was the first one to make it to the top. The boys were close behind her and as they reached the tippy tippy top, I realized that my fear of heights includes looking at other people standing up high. I couldn't wait until everyone was back on dry land.
There was a plethora of pumpkins to pick from.
And Mr. P found the perfect one.
Miss A found one, too, then it was back on the train and back to the picnic tables for ice cream and our afternoon snack.
Except for the part where a kid took Mr. P's flashlight inside the pitch-black darkness of the hay maze (an innocent mistake we were told), it was a fantastically delicious and frightfully wonderful day!
