It seems to happen overnight. All of a sudden everything tastes better with a cup of hot chocolate, and the need to immediately bake anything that will make your house smell like warm apples and cinnamon is almost overwhelming. You walk outside and the leaves have started to turn from green to gold, and blanket the ground practically daring you not to run outside and do this:
And the fashions? I defy you to resist any time of year that necessitates a child looking like this...
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| How badly do you want to kiss those cheeks right now? |
I'm sure you know by now that we will seize any excuse for an outing, and the yearly local pumpkin festival has quickly become one of our faves. No matter how many hay bales you put in a parking lot, it just doesn't make a convincing "pumpkin patch". So I love that just a few miles from our house we can actually wander through a field and pull our pumpkins right off their vines. It's muddy, and uneven, and almost impossible to pull our little wagon through - exactly what a pumpkin patch should be. Throw in a few cheesy carnival games, a pony ride, and some tents selling cozy handmade hats and sweaters, and you have the perfect way to spend a chilly fall morning.
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| Ava was pretty sure the perfect pumpkin was that way. |
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| We have a winner. Just gotta kick a little of this dirt off. |
And this is what happens when the "perfect" day turns colder than expected, and mom didn't bring along coats for anyone. Look up "sad face" in Wikipedia; the picture should look something like this:
Somehow Lila slept through the whole thing.
Let the pumpkin carving begin!
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