Punkin Patch

We gave Minder Farms another shot this year. If you'll recall, last year we trudged through a field of mostly rotted pumpkins before picking some out of a bin grocery-store-style. This year we himmed and hawed and even sat in the parking lot with our fancy-pants iphones, looking up other pumpkin patches in other towns, trying to decide if we should venture further to a sweeter patch. But it was close to Ev's nap time, we weren't sure if the weather was going to hold out, or if it would be worth the drive...so Minder Farms won our business for another year.

This year they didn't even keep up pretenses of letting us walk through a field of rotted pumpkins - the bins were it. Rats. Like the kids care, though. They were pleased as punch to sort through and find their perfect pumpkin. Heck, they would have been thrilled with getting one from Wal-Mart. We loaded our "pumpkin family" (as Kelly refers to them) on the wagon provided by Mr. Minder for transport to the car (try finding THAT at the grocery store...oh wait, it's called a cart...hmmmm).

We took a few photos with the farm in the background which, for some reason, makes my heart happy, added 6 ears of corn picked an hour before from their corn field to our purchases (ha! now there's something you couldn't get at the grocery store), and wheeled the kids on out of there. Success!

If you look closely, you can see Kelly's hand on the side of Everett's head, turning him to look at the camera :)

Dandelion compliments of my firstborn. That boy LOVES to pick flowers for his momma.

But next year we're trekking to a sweeter pumpkin patch with a hay ride no matter what...or maybe we'll just go to Wal-Mart.