At least we have pumpkins

So, it almost goes without saying that without our cozy spot in the Valley we were not producers of food this season. There is a heavy weight on my heart that comes with this realization--mostly that someone else was enjoying my raspberries and blueberries and such. I also really missed having our own pumpkin patch. We spend a good weekend or two prepping and processing pumpkins each year and I was unwilling to give that up. So we put on our 'kid hats' and headed out to the corn maze/pumpkin patch/petting zoo.

I forgot how much I like pretending to be a kid--but I did remember to allow the kids up front when looking at the piglets and petting the donkeys and such.

We had some folks over for pumpkin carving and shenanigans--I hope the results don't get smashed on the street, because they're quite fun.

I'm especially nostalgic for fall things--apples, pumpkins, cider and so on--as I travel between the valley and the high desert each week and prepare for my journey into the cloud forest (39 days and counting)...

I'm also keen to prolong fall because the snow is nipping at my commute--I met this scene last Monday morning, which meant a beautiful, if slow journey across the mountains.