This past weekend, we made our annual trip to Berry Patch Farms to pick up some pumpkins, apple cider and allergy-related sinus problems.
It was eight-five degrees yesterday! It's strange to live in a place where shorts and flip flops are appropriate pumpkin patch attire, but we had a good time pretending
that it was Fall anyway. You know, between wiping beads of sweat from our brow and working on our tan.
|There is something about posing in front of cotton plants that makes me feel like a racist redneck. So just ignore that and focus on the pumpkins. And my cute shoes. |
|Bailey, Drew and their cousins|