One of our family’s favorite Fall activities (say that 3 times fast!) is taking a trip to the local pumpkin farm to spend the children’s college fund pick pumpkins and celebrate Illinois’ not-so-subtle transition from its one season (really freaking hot) to its second (really freaking cold).
When the big kids were small, the pumpkin patch was a modest affair; a few wooden climbing structures, adorable photo ops and the requisite pen of goats and chickens. Today, however, the humble pumpkin patch has morphed itself into a veritable Fallapalooza. It’s like everyone on the farm, in the grips of major, un-medicated ADHD decided to cram every acre with a dizzying array of seasonal stimulants. But guess what? It’s the classic case of “If you build it, they will come,” and on any given Saturday in these parts (more…)