Last year Clara and Aura could stand up while picking pumpkins, but that was about it. This year we had to chase after them through the mud and muck that pretty much defines the farm.
We started at about 10am right when Fall City Farms opened in order to beat the rush that didn't really materialize. We're a week earlier than last year and it was pouring rain so perhaps it's no wonder we were nearly the only one wandering around.
With fresh-made mini-donuts in hand we headed down the hill dressed in boots and waterproof jackets into the field. Clara's recent hiking experiences have helped her get a handle on walking over uneven surfaces so she took off without much hesitation. Aura took a seat to eat a donut and Lex was a bit overwelmed by nature.
We wound up with a couple hundred pounds of pumpkins between the three families and perhaps as many pictures. All the kids loved the chickens, goats, and tractor, but more than these farmy types of things they loved the puddles. It's clearly time to sno-seal Clara's boots since they leaked a bit, but her woolies kept her feet quite warm.
After changing the kids into what dry clothes we had (some of us came more prepared than others, but aside from naming Joey we'll abstain from pointing this out) we caravaned back to North Bend and Scott's for lunch. Not as good as fresh-fried donuts and probably no better for us, but it certainly warmed us up. (Well, not the shakes or the slushies, but you get the point.)
