Friday, October 9, 2009

Here we go a-pumpkining. . .

On Wednesday, our wives' club scheduled a little jaunt up to Stovers' Farm, where we have previously picked peaches, grapes, and apples, for an autumn hayride.
It was chilly.
But not so chilly as to prohibit some friendly wrestle-mania.
And the tractor must be watched very carefully and very soberly.
Then everyone got to pick a pumpkin from the pumpkin patch. (I was grateful it was not a real pumpkin patch with dirt and pumpkin vines, but rather full of pre-picked pumpkins on a freshly-mowed lawn.)
Bella made several choices, picking the best possible pumpkin. . . . . . then spotting another one, much better.We were treated to an interesting story from a darling grandma about farmers and Potowatomi Indians, then they gave us samples of fantastic apple cider. But the biggest hit was the choosing of a single apple from the apple orchard. Annabel picked one nearly as big as her own head. I thought she'd soon lose interest, but she consumed that entire apple, core and all. Yum.If I had access to an enormous haybale, I'd make one of these happy jack-o-lanterns too.

5 comments:

Lyle said...

Makes me yearn for Appleumpkin Days in Tecumseh, Michigan.

Mike and Kelly said...

oh, we are so sad that we had to miss. And LOVE that camera. Have fun this week.

Mags said...

I need the secret to cute fonts for my titles. howd'ya do that? one of the happiest places on earth is a pumpkin patch. also i'm proud of your canning abilities. that applesauce is very pretty!

Jeff and Larissa said...

Cute cute pictures! I'm going to put the one of Beck into my photo library. Good times!

Liz said...

Awesome. That IS a fabulous way to pick pumpkins!