Trips to the pumpkin farm are always a favorite of mine and this one lived up to expectations. Last year we could barely get to the pumpkin farm because our fall was bitter cold and rainy. When we finally made it the weather was 45 degrees and drizzly. It wasn't a grand time. This time the weather was 70 degrees, sunny, and perfect.
The minute the minivan came to a stop in front of the pumpkin farm the boys jumped out in pursuit of their perfect pumpkin. Even Tommy got to work, his broken arm not slowing him down a bit.
(Please notice that Grace is still holding her apple.)
So there you have it. The perfect fall weekend. Alone time with the hubby, fun at the pumpkin farm, playing outside, a nice run, happy kids, lovely weather, and great pictures. It doesn't get much better than that.
How was your weekend?