October 19, 2008

It's Autumntime, It's Autumntime

It's autumntime, it's autumntime. The leaves are falling down.
It's autumntime, it's autumntime. It's all around the town.
It's autumntime, it's autumntime. There's yellow, red and brown.
It's autumntime, it's autumntime. Bright colors can be found.

We were all suffering from a nasty cold but knew we had to make it outside yesterday. It was gorgeous! So we ended up going to a local farm that sells pumpkins and has a corn maze. It was small compared to the ones I have gone to in Utah, but it was perfect for the amount of energy we had.

We went into the corn maze first and Jack was thrilled about it (as you can tell). The farm did a really good job with the maze. They had posted Halloween trivia questions at each of the crossroads with two possible answers. Depending on which answer you chose, you went to go right or left. This was our favorite question:

Of course we chose to go right and this is what we found:

I think everyone had "Jack"aphobia that day. :) We were in and out of there in a only a few minutes and then it was on to pumpkin picking. As we headed over, Jack spied some beautiful sunflowers so we stopped to take a closer look. That is when Jack finally came alive.

The sunflowers led us right to the pumpkin fields and there was plenty to choose from. There were big, round, small, oblong, orange, green and white ones. But my favorite ones were the gourds! They were funky and colorful and all different shapes and sizes. I sort of went crazy at first, filling our wheel barrow within minutes, but then had to do a reality check later on. That said, we still walked out with $23 worth of pumpkins (he, he).

Look at that landscape! Pete was such a trooper, following me around with that wheel barrow as I climbed over everything going, "Ooo! Look at this one!" and "Ooo! Look at that one!"

It was definitely worth the trip to breathe in that crisp, fresh air and enjoy the scenery. Now all we have to do is carve our pumpkins! Maybe Jack will like that a little better. I mean, what little boy doesn't like to get messy?

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