WHEN IT’S FALL.
When it’s fall we go to the farm to buy pumpkins and drink cider.
But sometimes the sky turns dark and it starts to rain and our boots get muddy and the hay bales on the tractor ride get soggy. So we walk around the patch and look for the right pumpkin and then we find some puddles big enough to swim in. We realize that we are cold and wet and we decide to leave the thirty pound pumpkin behind because we can’t carry it and its pouring and we keep slipping in the mud. We walk around under the dark sky and look for something warm to drink and I only have enough cash for one hotdog so the kids split it and we sit under cover and watch the storm turn the roads into lakes.
When it’s time to head back, we run through the fall hurricane and climb into the car and bring all of the mud on our shoes with us. We drive away from the farm and our clothes are wet. Then that Taylor Swift song (weareneverevergettingbacktogether) comes on the radio and indy begs me to to turn it up and somehow we all seem to forget about the fact that we are returning home without a pumpkin.
But as it turns out, Fred Meyers also carries squash, and even though they may not have a cow train or a corn maze, their pumpkins are still orange and still very much carve-able.
Me love me love so much! you made my Orange Monday…<3
hahaha love it.
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i freaking love this. we never actually bring pumpkins back from the hayride either! always go for the fun but never for the carrying 🙂 and i will think of you indy, every time we’re singing along to that song from now on 🙂
How I miss days like this when my children were little. Love how you capture the sometimes imperfections and saving graces of family outings. 🙂
We lucked out with our pumpkin patch visit Sunday afternoon. It didn’t rain. We didn’t slip over in the ever present mud. And we bought home 2 (expensive!) pumpkins. Today I picked up some more at a local store for $1.50 each!!! Sorry your trip didn’t work out quite so well, but the way you told the story sounds so lovely and I bet you’ll never forget the singing!
Beatiful warm lovely pictures!
I follow your blog often.
You know photographing moments of the festival with great sensitivity, and an original point of view. Davide
I love these textures and tones!! Wonderful job 🙂
Beautiful pictures. Thanks.
so so killer girl friend. you continue to inspire!