It was a crisp Autumn afternoon which made for pumpkin picking perfection. One advantage of living in rural obscurity is that we are surrounded by an abundance of farms. We chose one a few miles north of Fort Collins which only charges for the weight of your produce instead of an admission fee. We grabbed a wagon, loaded up the boy and set out on our journey.
Our mutual goal was to find the biggest, non-deformed pumpkin available which was quite a challenge. The patch was pretty picked over. As we got to talking about our pumpkin preferences it became clear that Allen prefers his pumpkins to be tall while I like mine fat. Our final decision was to select a trio of pumpkins to represent our family. We plan to carve them in our likenesses - of course. Samuel even picked one for himself (in the few minutes that we were able to lure him away from pushing our wagon all over the farm)!
After our perfect pumpkins had been picked we spent some time in the hay maze. Samuel had a great time toddling through the bales. He hit a few dead ends but either turned around or just plopped down to play in the hay mounds. He was having so much fun throwing hay around that we decided to join him!
