We chiseled away an afternoon trip to select our real carving pumpkin. The only time in our schedule was a weekday afternoon, so we hopped on over to the Mt. Zion corner pumpkin patch. I love that they provide Radio Flyer wagons to pull through the rows of pumpkins. Of course, one wagon always causes drama unless you decide to pilot a "his" and "hers" wagon.
They've learned that if they smile and pose, mom let's us play the rest of the time. We're at golden ages for smiling. We witnessed extra small, medium and XL pumpkins on our hunt. Some were bumpy, some were smooth...Miller made the connection to the book The Littlest Pumpkin. As we were selecting our "just right" pumpkin, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the pumpkin that doesn't get chosen by Halloween night. Why do moms always put human emotions to inanimate objects? Or is that just me? ha!
The pumpkin maze is always a favorite. When Miller spotted a neighborhood friend, he was off exploring the pumpkin woods around the maze before we summoned them back to the patch.
We came, we saw, we chose--we called it a fun trip to the patch. Looking forward to visiting our old friend, Berry Patch next year, again.
I left with this unstaged, mental image in my brain of my two wagon cuties. After all the wagon sharing drama, they decided they liked each other after all. Here's to a harmonious brother/sister relationship & forgiveness at the patch!
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It wouldn't be day at the patch without a little drama:)
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