Fall would not be complete if we didn’t take our annual trip to Summer’s Past Farm pumpkin patch. I love this time of the year! And I love this little farm. It’s still warm here in San Diego, but every October we dig out the spiced candles and bake pumpkin bread and visit our local patch and eat it all up. All of this autumn-y season, that is.
This past Saturday we headed out to that favorite yearly tradition of mine. The farm is just far enough outside of town that it feels rural and special in that remote sort of way, but it’s only about 20 minutes towards the mountains from our house so it’s a convenient little spot to meet all of our friends for a picnic lunch.
During the fall, Summer’s Past opens up their herb nursery, giant lawn and cute little homemade shops to create a mini festival experience. There’s a jump house for the kids, pumpkins on and off of the vine ripe for the picking, and usually even a petting zoo (the highlight being spitting llamas :-)).
We even managed a couple of family photos (it’s sort of a tradition, but never a guarantee). There’s my new haircut, too. Bangs, what do you think? It was a pregnancy-brain move, but I like them.
I put this collage together last night after I realized that we really had managed to capture some sort of family photo at each of our annual pumpkin patch trips.
A walk down memory lane… in that first photo I’m pregnant with Liv (about as pregnant as I am right now with baby #3), and then from there the family keeps growing…
Some of them are quite blurry because they are screenshots of screenshots of photos (what have I done with that external hard drive holding all of 2011?). But my biggest takeaways are that my children don’t like to wear shoes (even on spiky hay – note picture #1 in this post too, T doesn’t care for anything on her right foot, that show always disappears), getting everyone to look at the camera is a 50-50, and we look so young just five years ago.
Our friend, Jennifer brought those amazing pumpkin spiced, brown butter cookies – recipe found here.