Pumpkins are fall. Pumpkins are Halloween. Pumpkins are pumpkin bars (yummmm!).
Pumpkins are tradition.
A few years ago, our annual trek to the pumpkin patch began. Bundled toddlers climbed into the wagon and down the dirt road we went to the wondrous world of orange orbs. The crisp Montana air meant rosy red cheeks and noses.
The years slipped by and soon we discovered that fall in Pittsburgh is warm and picturesque as we clamored aboard the hay ride on our way to the pumpkin patch.
Now, in the coastal fog of pumpkin country the kids have definite ideas about what they are looking for in a good carving pumpkin. It is serious business...except for our littlest bug where bigger is better.
Like the vibrant changes in the leaves in the fall, my kids are emerging into their own colors.
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