Last weekend we headed out of our house into the beautiful cooler weather (high 80s!) for the first of the fall traditions, the pumpkin patch. We never really did the pumpkin patch in SC because as far as we knew, there weren't any near us, suprising considering all the farms nearby. But anyways, I was sure this trip to the patch would be just like the overpriced, cheesy pumpkin farms of my childhood, and I was right. Brian loved it though, until some bratty little boy started drop kicking him in the bouncy house. Our boy stood his ground though, telling his attacker "no!" and only occasionally shooting us looks of terror. The bouncy-house rage continued though, even after Steve had a stern talk with the future gang-banger's mother, so we vacated the bouncy house until the brat was gone. The patch was complete with a "train" ride, which fooled Brian, but not me--it was an ATV pulling some hollowed out old barrels. The most important part was that we found a suitably round and clean pumpkin to take home and carve (and some delicious fresh corn on the cob, yum).
Feeding the "Goaps"
The "Train" Ride
My tomato and melon heads
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Oh my you found the farm!! This is the one that Dylans class went to-how funny!! Looks like you had a blast!
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