This weekend, Scott and I went to Weber’s Farm.
We looked at baby pumpkins…
and papa pumpkins…
and teenaged pumpkins with bewitched-looking stems.
We picked honeycrisp apples (they’re the best!),
smelled mums (they’re not the best),
and contemplated getting a hayride.
We bought cider donuts instead.
It was the perfect fall day, kidnapping aside…
Didn’t his mother tell him not to go anywhere with strangers? It’s like he has no brain!!