That time of year has arrived again – you know, the time in which you stick to the tried and true and the true blue instead of opting for something new. (I don’t know what just got into me right there). I’m talking about traditions, and our months are heavy laden with great ones when the heat starts to mellow out. This is our third consecutive year visiting the pumpkin patch at Mother Nature’s Farm ( see year 1 & year 2) , and we will likely continue the tradition for years to come.
Once we get there, it’s a revelry of farm animal viewing, bounce house bouncing, hay bale mazing, pumpkin decorating, and hay-riding… all within a two hour window before everyone feels starved and hightails it back to our house for pizza. It didn’t exactly feel like fall that night (or any other night to date), considering the 80-sum’ degrees it was, but that little farm wasn’t bad at faking it.
We went with our good friends, the Edwards family, and were also honored to have our Grammy & Papa join us.
The sunset that night was the real deal.
Autumn moon on a “spooky” hayride.
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