Every year, when the spirit moves us, we take the kids to the pumpkin farm. The spirit moved us on Wednesday, because, although it was cloudy, it was 62 degrees - nearly unbelievably warm for late October. They had some handsome giant pumpkins on the front porch of the barn this year.
You can take the hay ride to the field to pick your own, but the boys wanted to just browse the ones behind the barn. I'm grateful that they did; it's always windy and cold on top of the hill. I'm also glad they didn't want one of the white or bluish pumpkins; they look kind of moldy to me.
The farm had mini pumpkins and gourds arrayed in this old sleigh. I'm glad we have enclosed, heated transportation in this day and age.
The rule is that you can have any pumpkin you can carry. Mark struggled a little with carrying a 20 pound pumpkin.
Ryan also chose a 20 pounder, and had no problem with it. Of course, he's a moose, isn't he?
Time to pay for these beauties, and then head home! Carving and pumpkin seeds may be on the agenda tonight or tomorrow! Happy Halloweening, everyone!