We took Aiden to Jackson's Orchard here in Bowling Green on the 18th to pick out his pumpkin. It was a bit cool in the evening, but he had a good time. He drank some apple cider slush, he ate some fried apple pie, he got pet goats, cattle, llamas, rabbits, and even a wallabe.
After all that, we washed his hands. Thoroughly.
THEN we hopped aboard the trailer and took a hay ride to the pumpkin patch. He didn't seem as enthused by the tractor as I thought he might be, but he enjoyed the ride plenty. Then we scoured the earth for the perfect pumpkin, while holding our noses against the stench of rotting pumpkins. And they do forevermore stink. WHEW!
Once he got his pumpkin he got to carry it on the hayride back and begrudgingly surrendered it as we loaded the cars to go home. It was a great time spent with Aiden, Liz, me, his uncle David, aunt Ester, and Grandma.
And the extra treat came from the apple pies made by Grandma and Ester. They bought the apples from Jackson's just before we left and we are all fatter for it. You have to love fall.
Step One:
Feed a random goat
Step Two:Find a pumpkin that fits you
Step Three:
Secure said pumpkin from potential pumpkin thieves
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