pumpkin patching

I kind of miss the days of events like these – they feel like something of the past now. Maybe it’s just the picture taking, the uploading of photos here, the memory capturing in words on the blog. I rarely do this anymore. Instagram seems to cover it, at least for the grandparents and friends.

For some reason I went through the old motions this afternoon. It was a chilly, drizzly day, and the kids are almost all teenagers now, but there’s still something sort of fun and fallish about a visit here. F really took the pumpkin finding seriously, and she was so good at it, she was “hired” by several others.

She loves the little ziplines, although they stop abruptly at the end and nearly knock you off your swing when you hit. She barely opens her eyes as she scoots along.

Even the mini-hayride was fun – not exactly a thrill-a-minute, but there was enough mud around that the danger of getting stuck was sort of there. The kids were good sports, but more importantly, so were the adults. We stood around and chatted for an hour and a half, and hoped our kids would emerge from the corn maze eventually.

Four pumpkins later and we were in the car and headed home. One for each of us, lined up in a row on the porch. The start of some homemade costumes are laid out in the dining room. Maybe they’re still a little bit little yet.

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