Not having experienced a real "fall" for three years now, I have been really itching to take the kids to a pumpkin patch: in July I was eagerly looking up places to go! We found the perfect little family farm up north near Boulder. Admission was free; the only charge was for the pumpkins.
Isaac loved each and every pumpkin with his equitable child's eye. Green, orange, yellow, multi, black ones; round, angular, chubby ones; grandpa and baby ones; perfectly symmetrical down to lopsidedly tipping over--he loved them the same.
Lincoln just loved being outside.
Isaac ran full tilt, helter skelter through the patch.
Decisions, decisions.
The boys enjoyed a child-sized hay bale maze. Jed and I enjoyed watching the top of Isaac's yellow head bobbing up and down through the rows.
There was also an adult-sized corn maze that the whole family enjoyed. Isaac made the perfect scouter-outer.
Lincoln's favorite part was the animals. Donkey!
Goat! I want a goat of my own someday.
We finally settled on a large green one for carving, a less-than-perfect orange one to make "dinner-in-a-pumpkin," (a family tradition favorite), and a birdhouse gourd. Not sure if we're going to eat it or let it dry out to actually make a birdhouse gourd. Any suggestions?
