I love fall.
And visits to the pumpkin farm.
Unfortuantly, the little treasure was pretty stressed out around all those very strange orange things.
I couldn't give up so easily though.
Eventually, I got her to laugh.
Mostly, she just likes to stick with what makes her most comfortable.
But a momma's gotta try. Right?
Try I did, but she left the farm in a jumbled, screaming mess.
She fell into a pile of those scary, colored bumpy gourds and pumpkins
it definitly pushed her over the edge.
Maybe next year, we will enjoy the farm.
Then again, next year-there will be two.