We went pumpkin picking last weekend, as did William, over at Poop & Boogies. Although we took the video camera with extra tapes to capture the anticipated overflow of cuteness, we didn’t take the video camera battery, so you get these photos instead. At least we remembered the diaper bag, unlike last year, when 3B screamed all the way to the patch–not that we remember that drive like we’d remember toothpicks being jabbed into our eyes.
This year, not only did 3B enjoy the drive, we had our friend D. along for the ride. However, although we thought we were going to the same patch we went to last year, with the goats, and the historic buildings, and all of that, it turns out we printed directions to the patch one turnoff before that. But, we were glad for the mistake, since this patch was a much more sincere patch than the one we meant to go to turned out to be this year.
This year, the patch we meant to go to was nothing more than pumpkins trucked in to sit on a lawn, rather than the patch we went to this year, which still had about half the pumpkins still on the vine. However, the patch we meant to go to did have funnel cakes and cider–before we got there.
Oh well, there’s always next year for videos and the funnel cakes. At least this year we had a shot at seeing the Great Pumpkin and there was plenty of cuteness, which should be the case every year.
As long as we don’t forget to bring 3B.