Pumpkin Patch Kids

Pick me! Pick me!

Yesterday we went to the Oakhurst Arts Festival. Jeremiah put his foot down on bringing the camera, stating he just wanted to do one thing that didn't involve toting the camera around. I concurred. We were there for 5 hours, we had a great time and when we got home Jeremiah said he wished we had pictures. So today, when we went up to North Georgia, to Burt's Farm, the camera came along. We got so many great pictures that I should really just link you to a Flickr page, but I've forgotten my Flickr account info so I'll post a few right here.

We were joined at the farm by Kate & Sarah's good friends Catherine and Margaret and later more good friends, Ella and Henry. There were pumpkins of all sizes and shapes, apple cider and hay rides. We thought surely the kids would sleep all the way home but instead they sang at the tops of their lungs when they weren't screaming at each other to be quiet.

At first, it seemed, the girls had confused the selection of pumpkins for Halloween with an Easter egg hunt. They ran among the pumpkins picking up every single one they could lift and insisting we put it in the wheel barrow. The daddies hurriedly removed the pumpkins as the children collected them. High comedy.
Once the novelty of collecting the pumpkins wore off they took to climbing them. We told them if they could get those giant pumpkins to the cars they could take them home. That declaration was followed by some entertaining Sisyphus action.


The line for the hayride was obscene. At first we thought it would be too unbearable, but then we decided it would be pretty awful to drag the kids an hour and a half out of town and not let them take the hayride. So we got our tickets (there's a long line for that, too) and decided if the wait became too terrible we'd scalp them for our spot in line. The wait wasn't all that bad, though, and by the time we were getting in line we'd found Ella and Henry, so we could be sure that the coup de grace would be shared by all.