Upon arriving, we could see that the scope of the farm was greatly reduced. Instead of a petting zoo in a barn, there was a tiny fenced enclosure with a few animals. There were some bouncy slide things for the very young, and a couple of other rides for slightly older children. The store with fresh farmy things was pretty small. However, the rows upon rows of pumpkins were there for the picking, and that was the reason we'd come. The kids were thrilled.
By now you know that when it comes to pictures, I'm an over-sharer, and pumpkin farms really bring out the picture-snapping fool in me. However, most of you live far from us and our climate, so it seems a decent way to stay in touch. Just a warning, if pictures aren't your thing, this will get a little tedious for you today. Sorry. And, by the way, yes we are all dressed in orange or Halloween shirts except Franz, who will carry a murse, but will not stoop to wearing holiday-themed clothing no matter what I say.
Jackson was immediately interested in the pumpkin patch, although he was not as concerned with the pumpkins themselves, so much as navigating the hard-packed, uneven furrows without falling down.
I tried to interest him in several suitable pumpkin partners, but as only another contrary toddler might understand, he was completely devoted to a nastly little squishy "pumpkin" the size of a large cherry that he managed to find rotting somewhere.
Katie, on the other hand, seemed to have a gift for finding pumpkins as big as she was, and fell in love with all of them!
Ever-sensible Madeline found her pumpkin quickly, then went to work helping our friends' young kids look for pumpkins themselves.
The kids took a barrel ride behind a tractor. They were all very dusty afterward, but had a blast.
Jackson got to pet a donkey and oogle at a pig. The horse, cow, goat, and chickens were, apparently, not really worth a second look. Where he really came into his own, however, was the tractor display!
After trying some freshly pressed apple cider that put all other ciders to shame for all time, we decided to drive up a beautifully winding road to the tiny mountain mining town of Jerome for lunch. We took the picture below on a switchback where we pulled were pulled over because our friends' kids were throwing up due to that beautifully winding mountain road. I was just glad we were in separate cars...
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