My Pumpkin

We had a great afternoon yesterday. T.J. came home and suggested we go to the pumpkin patch which is right up the road from our house. I thought it was a fantastic idea.

Just al little reminder of what a difference a year can make:
Bronwen was so happy in the pumpkin patch. She kept running around from one flat of pumpkins to the next, exploring and inspecting along the way.
Here she spotted a scarecrow, and instead of checking him out...she decided to arrange the pumpkins on his tree stump.
She had a minute to two to give an Eskimo kiss to her daddy:
And play in the hay with me. She just didn't want to sit on the bales. Oh no--instead she wanted to move them, handful by handful.
There were some odd pumpkins there--bumpy and lumpy, and Bronwen enjoyed checking them out.
We didn't bring this one home, although it obviously wanted to be part of the family.
Bronwen actually picked out a couple of little pumpkins which we did bring home. She had a great time placing them in the yard, then on the sidewalk. It was when she started throwing them that we took them inside and placed them safely on the mantle. Perhaps she will work on decorating them today!