Pumpkin Patch Field Trip

Ready for the Pumpkin patch.  (Cause it was legitimately raining.)

 Milking the cow.  "Well, that was weird mom!"

He *didn't* love the smell of the cow. But you totally can't tell....

 "The haystack ate me up".
But for reals. I couldn't find him for quite a while.

 Converse. Yellow pumpkins.  And those huge leaves. 
I love the smell of the dirt. And the cool of the fog.
I love where we live!

 Blustery and windy. But so thankful to be out in it.

 He picked the "perfect" pumpkin as the clouds rolled in.  

One of my favorite things about this place.  The old rusty truck in the field.