That Christopher Columbus. What a hero.
The kids had a half day at school today. The mister had a day off from work today.
Which meant: A-day-without-rain-so-let's-hurry-and-head-to-the-pumpkin-patch.
Because rain, it's a beautiful necessity. But she's overstayed her welcome. Which, for the record, is not at all heroic.
Wightman's Farms was yet again a picture of Autumnal perfection.
That adds up to a whole lot of never-disappointed years. Years. That never happens.
Wightman's: you are our Fall heroes.
Along with Mr. Columbus. Because, America.
Pumpkin picking: she's all about it.
That hayride.
I hold my breath to the top every time.
Anxious to see if the view will be as pretty as it was the year before.
It's always prettier.
In addition to our usual apple-cider + apple-cider donuts + pie, we stopped at a little farmstand on the side of the road on our way home and picked up some fresh baked bread.
This equals: one ridiculously delicious evening of eating.
Bless you Christopher Columbus.
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