We went to a nearby farm a few days ago. It was a beautiful fall day and the kids' grandparents were in town, so it seemed the perfect thing to do. We picked out pumpkins, the kids ate too many donuts, and we drank hot cider. It was lovely.
W. picked out a big old pumpkin, ripe for the carving (that's the one slung over husband's shoulder. Speaking of, doesn't he have a nice backside?). We almost bought it until it was rung up as $12. This farm was not a charity by any means. We did go home with full bellies though, so it wasn't a total loss. The pumpkin will find another home, no doubt.
And that was our pretty fall day.