Sunday we enjoyed another traditional trip to Bates Nut Farm to visit Ye Olde Patch. It was boiling hot again, like last year, but we didn't let that stop us from perusing pumpkins; not too short, not too scarred, good stem, even base. Billy has already grown a pumpkin for me this year, so I really wasn't too concerned about finding the best one in the bunch. It's a beautiful patch, dont you think?
I had a good time, but I could have had a better time. I really have a hard time getting over the plans in my head, if they don't quite work out just as I anticipate and once again I have to realize that my world is not a fairytale world, unfortunately for me. So if I really want to be honest about the day I would say that Billy and I had an argument in the car on the way there, I was really hot, my borrowed camera had both dead batteries and a full memory card, I was worried the whole time whether or not Shane was having a good time, there wasn't that great of a selection of Christmas ornaments in the store, I never got a picture of Billy and I as I do every year to mark our tradition, and I really should have gotten the pumpkin ice cream, because I regretted it as soon as I got back in the car. Cry me a river, I know. Seriously.
I very much did enjoy that Ethan enjoyed the trip this year, and that the pumpkin patch was so beautiful. Pumpkins are so cheery and I love that no two is ever the same. So here's to another successful year picking pumpkins at Nate's Butt Farm, heh - I mean Bate's Nut Farm.See you again next year Great Patch!