Fall has fallen and it suddenly feels like we’re on the cusp of winter, with cold weather and bare limbs on many of the neighborhood trees. This season feels more fleeting than ever – seems we may not be able to make our annual pilgrimage to Kubota before all the leaves have fallen. I mean, I haven’t even made pumpkin bread and already Target’s aisles are lined with Christmas decorations!
We’ve seized what brief autumn moments we could, like when we headed over to Lincoln Park last Friday afternoon to see our favorite tree and go a few rounds on the zip line.
This is as golden as it gets…
Juliette has transitioned into her “fall look” – her hair seems darker these days and already her summer freckles have faded.
I don’t have a lot to say here other than…good God, I love you, Seattle.
Shane kindly requested that we skip the pumpkin patch after suffering through the traffic and crowds at Bob’s last year, but I was pretty resolute that we find someplace other than Trader Joe’s to pick out our pumpkins. We settled on Jubilee Farm out in Carnation last Saturday, which was a bit of a trek, but was wonderfully mellow, with plenty of parking and no wait times for hayrides.
We rolled up just in time to witness the daily launch, where they catapult a giant pumpkin out into an open field so that the kids can watch it explode. It was weird, but amusing.
Out to the patch!
Juliette was really into the mini-gourds this year and had an impossible time picking just one or two favorites. We bought seven.
We were just about to call it a day when we discovered a whole other field on the other side of these sunflowers!
She was pretty excited about this pomegranate look-alike.
Mission accomplished!
We wrapped up our visit with a cup of hot cider and a quick spin through the hay maze. Ok, two spins. Maybe three. It was free and Juliette couldn’t get enough.
Juliette’s been cuddling with this silly little gourd all week, laying it right on her pillow so that it’s the last thing she sees as she drifts off to sleep. Way to feel that October spirit, Jules…soak it up while it lasts.