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.
JEB
Sunday, October 21, 2012
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