Words to Live By

You Can Pick Your Pumpkins, You Can Pick Your Friends, You Can Pick Your Nose, but You Can't Pick Your Friends' Nose...or Pumpkin

Yesterday was an unbelievably beautiful 80 degree day. We took advantage with our annual trip to Wightman's Farm, settling in for some good old fashioned Fall fun. And donuts. And cider. And pie. Lots and lots of pie.

Heaven's Best.

I have strong desires to be a farmer. Or at least a (an???) herb gardener.

The gorgeous gourds.

BOO!!

Costumes are purchased, pumpkins are picked, and bellies are begging for candy.

We are ready for this spooktacular holiday (even if I am not it's biggest fan).