Our annual excursion to the pumpkin patch is one of my absolute favorite things about fall.
Some Daddy time on the hay ride:
A perfect fit:
Yes, the shoes match the shirt. (Alas, no matching purse.)
The pumpkins come into view against the backdrop of Mount Washington:
They look like they go on forever!
Every year we pick a pumpkin for each of us. The Wog was very concerned about picking the perfect Doodle, Mommy, Daddy and Piglet.
Wiped out from picking:
Double-checking the members of our pumpkin family:
Still to come: The Wog jumps in a giant leaf pile and sidles up to a moose.