I’m not sure who looks forward to our annual pumpkin patch trip – me, or the littles. I’ve never loved the whole witches and gore and skeletons of Halloween but traipsing through a muddy field to find the perfect mix of pumpkins to adorn our front porch? Yes please.
These are his ‘pumpkin muscles’. We decided this year he was old enough to carry his own so he picked the biggest one he could carry. He trekked this one proudly back to the hayride all on his own and I adore the satisfied look on his face. The perfect pumpkin, indeed.
Which local pumpkin patch does your family visit?