October 10, 2009

Pick your pumpkin, any pumpkin

We've been anticipating the pumpkin patch since September 1, and after Roscoe's morning nap the three of us plus Grandpa and Grandma, piled into the car, Round Hill Farm or Bust.

The weather was not only windy and cold, but as we arrived it also began to rain. Opposite our apple picking experience, we were completely under-dressed. We took shelter overlooking the valley, and spread out a picnic lunch my mom had packed in her basket. We tried our best to ignore the wasps and the wind, while enjoying our lunch farmside.

Unfortunately the farm's tomcat, swift and apparently starving, snatched my sandwich from my plate, and then proceeded to greedily eat the entire thing: baguette, roast beef, mayonnaise, mustard, lettuce, tomato, cheese, onions, and all.

After lunch we headed back to the car, ready to pack it in due to the weather. But a diaper change, a nursing session, and a hoodie swap later, we decided we really couldn't leave without taking the hayride for a spin. It was a bumpy ride, but the air seemed a little warmer, and the pumpkins were ripe for the pick'n.

We chose one small pumpkin for Roscoe, one medium sized pumpkin for Momma, and one big pumpkin for Poppa.

Next up: pumpkin carving!

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