Hay Patch

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.

1 comment:

Christy said...

I'm drooling with autumn envy! ;) We will try to fit in a visit to our "pumpkin patch" this week between dance lessons and soccer practice...the one on the corner of Main Street and Schilling, with pumpkins on wooden flats. There is a barrel train the kids like. We will probably be in shorts, because it's supposed to be 90 degrees all week. Blah! Oh well, I'll just live vicariously through your awesome photos, which are absolutely adorable! I love the last one of Tollie...says it all. :) Happy Fall!