Our day at the pumpkin patch/apple farm

I don't know if any group of people looks forward to Fall the way desert folks do. We're perfectly willing to drive an hour or more for the privilege of resting our eyes upon a tree, a real tree. And if a leaf should happen to fall off that tree and gracefully float in our general direction it's enough to set our season-starved souls aglow. That's one of the reasons the pumpkin patch/apple farms of Oak Glen, California are such a draw. All the pumpkins and apples are just a bonus.

My husband and I (The Bitter Half) packed up Joe Joe and Lily and headed up there with the best of intentions. We had a ball. But next time we'll know that there is in fact a parking area on top of the mountain and this will make all the difference. Sigh. That and we need to get there first thing in the morning if we want to net ourselves some Arkansas Blacks.

Oh, and I have to tell you that I picked up a prairie hat for Lily. I saw a little girl wearing one and just had to have it for her. I had Joe Joe model it for a photo, much to The Bitter Half's chagrin.

Here are a few photos to share. Wishing you a beautiful and peaceful Sunday.












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