Saturday afternoon after visiting with my Dad for awhile, we headed to the pumpkin patch with my sister and her two girls, and my mom. Oh man was it so much fun! Between tractor rides, hay rides, hot dogs and pig races, the kids were completely drunk on hillbilly excitement. We made our way through the corn maze, trying to follow the songs of the banjoes to find our way back. After 30 minutes, we had to raise the flag and be rescued, but little legs can only wander through mazes for so long. Okay, actually I think they could have gone on forever, but us grownups were getting tired!
We picked our pumpkins out of the patch, laughing as Allison tripped over vines every 10 seconds or so. The sun was low in the sky, lending a mystery to the already surreal experience.
And finally, the smell of hay strong in our noses and the plucking of bluegrass still ringing in our ears, we headed home.
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