We went to the pumpkin patch today, and later as Tuck recounted our visit to his grandparents, he called it the hay patch. Which, in retrospect, makes perfect sense. There was a lot of hay. And although pumpkins (and let's be honest, pumpkin donuts) were the primary purpose, we climbed over and under and through bales, rode a wagon and "drove" a tractor, discovered smiling sunflowers and fuzzy caterpillars, and we came home tired and dirty. Really, the hay patch had all the makings of what ought to be good memories.
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