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Pumpkin Farm...

In effort to actually go apple picking this year... we ran out of days and then before we knew it, the apple picking was over.  So, we went to a pumpkin patch/farm instead.  It's a place that we went when we were in grade school but I don't remember that. 

It was a nice time with the fam...  We walked around the grounds for a bit, then we had lunch at their deli and headed back to the pumpkin patch for a little fun...

This is a man making apple butter, YUM!


Check out that corn stalk horse?  Cow? And my brother and mom next to it... crazy what they can create out of just about anything.


There were lots of families there and I think we might have been the oldest family there without and little kids, but that's okay.  We still like to enjoy the holidays with or without little ones.  We have each other and that's what matters the most.


As you can tell, some of the members of our family were ready for this pictures and others were not... AND some of us got ice cream and others did not.  Although there was effort to try and share, I still missed the boat on the whole ice cream adventure.  I think that was mainly because I was too distracted by their little itty bitty hay bails that they were selling.  Of course, I had to get my hands on one of those!  duh.


Boy is he tall!


And boy and I short...


Then after I picked out a few pumpkins for my house, we were off to the frisbee golf course that my brother loves and has told us a lot about... however we had never been, so we went.  It was really nice.  Here's a shot...


What a great day with the family... I'm grateful for these moments...

Comments

snugglebugs said…
Fun! Fall has so many fun activities!

Also, I think you should post pictures of the teeny hay bales...
That looks like a blast!
...julia... said…
Are you jealous of the ice cream?? :)

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