We made it to the Pumpkin Patch this year, which feels like a small miracle. In a year when no tradition or joy remains untouched, we eeked out this fall pleasure. It was the most beautiful of fall days, and we arrived to a crowded parking lot. Having read ahead that masks were required, I was very curious as to how it would all be handled, but it being entirely outdoors put me more at ease. Mostly, it felt like people were complying and working to make this work for everyone. The pumpkin patch had hired a lot more people to make things run smoothly, which definitely helped. And the patch was full of pumpkins ready for picking.
Monday, October 05, 2020
PUMPKIN PATCH 2020
We let the kids play on the playground and visit the animals and generally run around having fun, which always feels like a parental win. Let's wear them out with delight and funnel cake.
There was a train ride and a pony ride and a sunflower field, and with so many other things being a no-go this fall, we said more YES than we normally would have.
And it was good. With our family, there are few outings that go unscathed by some kind of outburst or incident. But it was as if the weather and the fall festivities wove some magic over the children who got along and worked together and enjoyed what was on offer. We never take for granted these times and are so thankful when we get to enjoy something wholeheartedly.
It was a good day, and it was a good reminder that not all is lost. We are climbing out of a hole from what all this year has cost us, and still at times, it feels as if the hole is filling back up with sand as we try to escape. But, days like yesterday show me that we *might* be making progress. The ship is beginning to right itself. There is a ramp out of the pit, even if it is still a long way to get out of it.
So that's us. Enjoying pumpkin patches and clawing our way out of a pit. 🤷🏻♀️
The Pumpkin Patch is deeply ingrained in our family - here are past visits!