I love nothing more than a memory making adventure! With every new season fresh ideas emerge and the hunt for a new and exciting excursion is on. I am finding a maternal obligation to nurture these findings into meaningful traditions more than ever before. This no doubt being the result of the arrival of Simon our son.
It was a stormy Sunday afternoon when we ventured out to claim our choice carving pumpkin. Wind biting cold and rain coming down, we braved the elements to find...a frost bitten, putrified decaying patch of pumpkin. Mmmm...
I suppose it's off to the supermarket for our collection of festive gourds this year! With Halloween fast approaching and Thanksgiving already gone our pumpkin patch calamity is just a wee bit belated, but nevertheless much appreciated.
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