Pumpkin patches here in the desert sure aren’t what they were in D.C. (or anywhere that really has a Fall). As we took our hay ride around in the 95 degree weather and chose pumpkins from some that were literally baking in the sun, I couldn’t help but miss all those years we spent at Cox’s Farm in Virginia…the coolest pumpkin patch/farm ever. I miss enjoying the apple cider and huge slides and mazes in the nice Fall weather.
Plus we got to hang with my cousins and Aunt (in-law) and their kids:And Grace’s teacher from school (one of the best teacher’s ever that all my other kids have had) and her son who happens to be in the same preschool:
I love how the kids put their names totally backwards on these pumpkins:Gotta love the expressions in this one…especially Max on the left:
And Claire’s teacher, Sarah Palin…oops, I mean Mrs. Gleason.