A visit to Nonna and Papa in Woodland last weekend culminated in a trip to a pumpkin patch, the real old-fashioned kind where the pumpkins are grown there, not shipped in from miles away. We grabbed a wagon, green, as specified by Miss M, and started down the straw-covered lane between the pumpkin fields. Muddy field aside, Marlo had a grand time stepping around the pumpkin stems. plants, and the gourds themselves, ultimately selecting a small orange pumpkin for herself.
Mommy got an orange and white striped one. Daddy picked a green one he said"looks like brains."
After picking out pumpkins for everyone, Marlo attempted to lift a really big one, but decided it was "too heaby."
Our attempt at capturing a nice family photo was practically futile thanks in large part to M's refusal to look at the camera, let alone smile.
She was too interested in climbing on--and jumping off-- the hay bales with Daddy, and showing off her scary spider ring.
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