A few weeks ago, we learned a huge pumpkin patch existed just south of here. Convincing the family of the hour long trip seemed fairly simple, and honestly, it was. The girl jumped with glee at the thought of seeing more than the pumpkins at the commissary, much more the fact she actually had the opportunity to pick her own. I was set on going no matter what. While plans did their best to try to change, we managed to go. On the way there, the GPS decided to take a "back road" of sorts which turned out to be a tiny, microscopic dirt trail through a forest. I would have turned around, but that was not at all possible. I still have yet to figure out what that GPS was thinking. Alas, the pumpkin patch was indeed at the end of this dirt trail, it was partially worth it.
You see that huge open field? Its full of pumpkins, and the kids, right there, are running toward them to pick their favorite. Here's a little how that went:
"Hmmm... So many pumpkins!"
"How about this one?"
"Too small!"
"Juuuust right."
When everyone finally picked their favorites, we left the patch with five rounded nicely ripe pumpkins. Quite frankly, I'm not sure of a better outcome to a greatly exciting family fun day.
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