This afternoon I took Caroline plus three of her friends to our local produce stand/nursery/pumpkin patch. It’s hot today, with temperatures in the mid 80s, which isn’t exactly pumpkin patch weather, but we made the best of it. Besides, I’m from Florida and am therefore used to sweating in October. And November. And December……
Our stay was short, due to the weather, but we had fun, nonetheless. On the plus side, 7-11 is right near the pumpkin patch, so we felt it necessary to stop by and cool off with a Slurpee. If a dose high fructose corn syrup and red dye #40 after a trip to the pumpkin patch doesn’t scream fall to you, then I don’t know what does.
Being a lover of all things fall, I had a ball taking pictures of the gourds and mums; I just pretended I was wearing jeans and a coat, with a cup of hot cider in my hand. Somehow wearing a tank top and shorts, with my hair in pig tails, doesn’t complete the fall inspired picture I have in my head. That’s okay, the gourds made it all worth it; sweaty brow and all. After my pumpkin patch photo session, I’ve come to conclude that I probably have an atypical admiration for gourds. You still like me anyway? Right?
Anyway, here are some of the pictures I took.