At the Pumpkin Patch



There is something so...gray about this time of year.

It's a little foreboding.  (Forbidding?)


Clouds lower and glower.  Over what's left of the flowers (hold your applause, please).

It's beautiful. 


This will be our last visit to the farm this season.

We won't be back 'til the crocuses are peeping.

Eager goats.

Doesn't that feel like forever from here?

Fall.  It feels like the end.

Slightly less eager.

Get a punkin, go inside, drink some hot cider.

Light a candle against the dark, and learn to appreciate the rest, the calm, the quiet.

Let's work on it together.


3 comments:

Anne Regalado said...

Anna , these photos look fantastic ! Love all those gorgeous pumpkin ! Soups , pumpkin pie or jack-o-lantern ?! :D But your little pumpkin's the cutest of them all ! lol

Gina Stanley said...

So cute, I miss the days of searching for the perfect one in the patch. Which was usually the heaviest one the kids could carry. Hope you have a happy Halloween.
-Gina-

a. maren said...

aww thank you anne! youre too kind :) and yes gina, always the biggest one!