Took H to pick pumpkins out at a farm in Redmond. While there, he learned to ride a bale of hay. So did Mama.
How come the adults always look happier than the kids?
Riding solo.
The wheelbarrow was H's favorite part by far.
Of course the funny thing is that we didn't buy one single pumpkin as the prices were crazy, the pickings slim, the lines long and they only took cash (of which we had little).
Next year....
1 comment:
The fun of a pumpkin patch is playing with all the pumpkins but not spending a penny.
Hugs--thrifty aunt margaret
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