In years past, we've gone to a new Pumpkin Patch each October.
Every time we go, we leave with a sensory OVERload little lady, and a $60 bill.
Last year (and this spring at the "Tulip" Festival), we declared then and there, that we would re-route our farm festival enthusiasm, to something that suited the enjoyment of all of our wee ones.
For me, the point of a Pumpkin Patch is to have kids fill their imagination bins with fall fabulous-ness.
To have a child get dirty, and stomp on Pumpkin vines.
Watch the joy overcome a kiddo, when their perfect pumpkin is picked- and watch the wonderment of the adventure it took to get to that pumpkin.
And most importantly- having an opportunity to be apart of a working farm.
Feel, taste, smell...GOODness.
This year we kept things simple (really simple): Pumpkins.
The kids and I will be starting a new tradition with pumpkins this year- bringing small bits of our family farm to the door steps of some family and friends.
A tradition of giving and sharing.
But for today- PUMPKINS!