Today was a Great day, with a capital G. We had a leisurely morning, worked in the yard a little, and then headed out to North Bend (about 30 miles east of Seattle) to check out a pumpkin patch I’d read about on-line. I am embarassingly nostalgic and have tried again and again since Shane and I have been married to instate new “Schnell family annual traditions” – activities we’ll continue to enjoy for decades to come. In rare instances (ok, make that instance, singular), my idea has seemed to stick – we head to a tree farm east of here every December to pick out and cut down our own Christmas tree. Today’s visit to the pumpkin patch was another attempt at beginning a new tradition, and after just a couple of hours out at the base of Mount Si, I can tell you that we won’t be letting another fall go by without a trip out here. I can only pray that we’ll have weekend weather like this during Octobers to come. So fantastically beautiful…
My little punkin’ head…
Our wagon full of loot – we came in search of just one single pumpkin to put on our front porch, but walked away with five. I knew I had a weakness for cute shoes and good chocolate, but now apparently I have one for perfectly shaped pumpkins as well.
And a trip out to the country just wouldn’t be complete without a pasture full of cows… There is something so serene about this shot.
And so, I have moved on from mourning the passage of summer – fall is looking pretty spectacular right about now. And we’ve discovered the perfect way to celebrate the beginning of autumn. I realize that this single visit to the pumpkin patch doesn’t quite deserve “tradition” status, but I’m hopeful that this is a place we’ll enjoy going to for years to come. Stay tuned for fall rituals, part II: “Shane carves a jack-o-lantern”. Should be good.