Pumpkin Patching

I was hoping to wait until we went to Jake's Jack-o-lantern pumpkin patch again, as was planned, but then it snowed and now it is freezing and I'm not sure we are going to make it a second time. *sigh*

So here are our photos from our other pumpkin patch adventures.  The first trip was with a good childhood friend of mine, Candace, who I hadn't seen since her wedding and before that hadn't seen maybe since we were twelve... maybe. We picked out pumpkins and went afterward to her house and painted them.

sun in their eyes

My friend's 5 year old correctly noted there was nothing scary about my pumpkin. That's right. I did that on purpose. I don't like being scared. In fact, although I love Autumn, I really don't see anything positive about Halloween. Therefore I passively rebel. Hand-holding, rainbows, and happy sunshine (other side of pumpkin) is all I'm willing to give.

Our second patch was Jake's, which is my favorite. We went with my friend and her daughter, plus a couple of other friends. It's kind of like our unofficial and unscheduled play group. When either Laura or I want to do something with each other, we just call a few others and see who can show up. It's pretty fun. We bought a pumpkin - a bigger one - and I think we'll carve it on Monday for FHE.

the best "action" shot of him jumping off the bales that I could get.

Lukas disliked the corn box this year about as much as he disliked it last year.

In the hay maze.

Abigail kept getting stuck at the same dead end while Joshua just got practical about things.

Lukas tolerating all the festivities. Near the end, he was actually kind of enjoying himself and protested a little bit when we had to leave.

Joshua, obviously, did not have the same reservations about the corn as Lukas did.

My kids, and I, were so disappointed when we had to leave. But Joshua had to go to kindergarten so that was that. I'm hoping if the weather cooperates enough, we can get back there on Monday or maybe even Tuesday. We'll just have to see.

And while writing this post, I realized that at the pumpkin patches we went to, we never really walked through the fields to find the perfect pumpkin. And I decided this must have been sub-conscientiously on purpose because I already feel like I am permanently carrying around a 15 lb pumpkin in my belly, I don't want to carry on more for any distance longer than I absolutely have to - or for that matter, I don't want to really WALK any farther than I absolutely have to. So there. Maybe next year we will rummage through the fields to find that one perfect pumpkin.