Our yearly trip to the pumpkin patch almost didn't happen. Traditionally, Kimm and I take our little ones for pumkin picking, losing ourselves in the maze and warm pizza afterwards, but we just couldn't get it together this year. I missed that small, sisterly ritual. Again, I am reminded of what not to take for granted.
One of my favorite quotes is by Ernest Hemingway, "Best of all, he loved the fall." I LOVE this time of year. Crisp, cool air, leaves blowing by the windows, pumpkins, acorns, hot soup... It just seems like this fall was slipping away from me. It was frustrating finding a day that I could take my family to the Pumkin Patch. Maddy had already gone with the neighbors, and I was grateful, but slightly jealous that they got to be the first ones to take her for the year. My life has changed since last autumn, but, dang it - there are some things I just can't give up!
So I herded my grumpy family in the car on a Saturday afternoon after running a booth at "Boo at the Zoo" for work and before an evening movie that I was determined to see - (Where the Wild Things Are) - and here are the results.























