The kids and I visited a local pumpkin patch yesterday with some of my amazing girlfriends.
My son of course found the biggest pumpkin he could find. (Guys, I paid $20 for a pumpkin.🤦🏻♀️) They’re only a kid with big pumpkin wishes once though, right?
My daughter was more sensible with her pumpkin selection. (Thank you for the photo Keisha.😉)
Do you like to visit your local farms? This is pretty much heaven to me.
Last week our family visited a local pumpkin patch. I’m amazed at how much there is to do at a pumpkin patch now. I remember going as a kid and there were normally animals and pumpkins and that was about it. Now there are slides, and duck races (rubber AND real ducks)! The corn mazes are huge and elaborate. Some scary, some educational. There are corn kernel pits and blow up jump toys. It’s wonderful that people have made pumpkin patches so trendy, they are the greatest thing to happen for local farmers since the novelty of Christmas tree farms.
Here are some pictures from our pumpkin patch adventure this year. Miles and I took turns with the camera so these pictures are a mix of our varying talent.
Happy Friday everyone.
I found this interpretation by Harold Stewart of Buson’s “Two Autumns” and couldn’t get it out of my head. Stewart attributes the version above to Buson’s much earlier Haiku.
for me going
for you staying—
I took this photo when I was staging some Instagram shots and it drew me in. Maybe it was the green path, or the two trees growing away from each other, or the fallen leaves collecting like tear drops in a puddle below. The photo spoke gently of loss. Stewart/Buson’s poem fit perfectly.