This week was our Kindergarten trip to the pumpkin patch. In a fit of nostalgia I decided to go to the patch with Kiernans class. I remember loving the trips to pick pumpkins as a kid. The farmers would be out in the field to cut them off of the vine for you & you'd haul it back all covered in dirt, weeds and pumpkin snot. Those were the days.
I have to admit I was a bit disollusioned when we got there and I saw the giant boxes of pumpkins sitting out in the fields. They weren't filling the boxes...they were filling the "field". It really wasn't that big of a "field" either. Was it actually like this when we were kids and we just didn't know? Small fields filled with harvested, washed and pruned pumpkins strategically placed to look like they grew there? Gah! I guess it's true, what you don't know really won't hurt you. (Until you grow up, realize you were lied to by your parents, teachers AND farmers you don't even know...THEN you're scarred for life. )
Here is the class in the hats the teachers got for them for field trips. While I admit that its was a bit of genious on the teachers part because we could find those kids anywhere within a half mile, I was a bit saddened that it clashed with Kiernans "fall overalls" and matching sweater ensemble with coordinating brown mary janes. :) *just kidding*
Here she is on the Hay Ride...minus the hay apparently. One would think that if you're going to call it a Hay Ride that there would actually be some HAY there! Not so much. Maybe the financial markets are so bad that Hay Rides all over the country are doing hayless. Who knows?
My Princess Pumpkin Picker! She found a good one. It must have come in from Mexico before she "picked" it in the "field".