As you may recall, last year Scott and I went to a local pumpkin patch/farm and had a blast.
Well, we went again this year and let me tell you… things had changed. First of all, we went with our church friends so we got a group deal that included:
1) apple cider
2) a homemade donut
3) a pumpkin
4) a hay ride
Whoo! A few problems:
1) So, last year, they had fresh apple cider. This year? One of those 4oz plastic cups with a tinfoil lid. It was full of apple JUICE, which, we-who-have-made-apple-cider-from-real-apples-with-an-apple-press know, is not the same thing.
2) The donut last year was to die for. This year? Meh. I gave most of mine to Scott.
3) Last year, we slogged through mud and cornfields, braved spiders, and spent a very long time selecting and cutting the perfect pumpkins from their vines. This year? The pumpkins were trucked in from Michigan and piled up for you to choose from. No mud or spiders.
4) I’ll come back to the hay ride.
So why the title of my post? Scott and I plan to come back next year. We had a great time and got all excited thinking about bringing Baby Bean along in ’08. The only explanation I can find is, it’s now a family tradition. Otherwise why would we bother driving 30 minutes each way for plasticy apple non-cider, a mediocre donut, and piled up pumpkins? 🙂
All kidding aside… let’s get to the serious business of The Rules. We learned last year that there were no hard drugs allowed on the hayride, and that throwing corn was strictly prohibited. However, this year they really buckled down on the hooligans that obviously frequent the farm:
Also on the rule list was “Each damaged bale of straw- $4.00 fine”. Oh, and of course the classic “No adults in the kiddie maze”. What kind of a no-good roustabout would duck under the “you must be this short to enter sign” and terrorize the poor kiddies?
Of course, I couldn’t say… but this knee high maze sure has Scott stumped. 😉
If he blogged *ahem* he would pipe in here that he was not the only one who couldn’t resist breaking a few rules:
Other highlights of the evening included getting my shoes untied by chickens (apparently NOBODY on the farm had any manners):
… getting lost in a really real corn maze…
… taking in the sights of farm life…
… and of course the obligatory dance with the scarecrow…
Here’s a blurry photo of Scott and I showing off our pumpkin selections:
And here’s a blurry photo of me trying to show off the pumpkin while simultaneoulsy hiding the belly. 🙂
The evening ended with a
romantic jostling hayride in which I almost died of happiness gave birth going over one of the bumps… while sitting on a bale of straw and doing my best not to damage it. After all, I hear they fine you $4 for that! 😉