Pumpkin Patch

October 15th was Pumpkin Patch day.
We go every year.  Or every other year.

You know, whenever we can get out.  As often as we can.  But yearly or something like that.

And the 15th was the day.

We went in celebration of Keith's birthday.  Which was the next day.
Our friend Shem came by per Keith's request, we loaded into the van, and set out for the Pumpkin Patch.
Four hours of fun.

We saw the animals.  Keith put his hand inside all the gates.  Faye shied away and hid behind my legs, peaking out to see the animals.  Anytime any came near she would instantly disappear again.
We climbed the hay hills and slid down the slides.
About thirty times.
For each slide.
Our backsides were covered in golden hay dust.

We climbed up the rickety makeshift tower to slide down the huge feed tube slide.

The kids could have stayed there all day long if I let them.
The only thing that could pull Faye away was the promise of the train.
{Right around the same time my camera batteries died.  Go figure, hu?  One day I will get a new camera.  Sigh.}

It was such a delicious day.
After five consecutive rides on the train, the corn maze called.  We wandered for a little bit and concluded a corn maze is much more fun after dark.
We got to go on an old fashioned hay ride out to a pumpkin patch and choose a pumpkin.  Any pumpkin we wanted.
Faye found the most perfect "baby" pumpkin.  She loves it.  She cradles it.  She kisses it.  She tells everyone it is her baby.

Keith found a huge pumpkin he could barely hold.  And insisted I carry it for him.
It was marvelous.

We took the exhausted kids home, played with them for a while, fed them pizza.  Keith's choice.  And then put them to bed.

Once they were asleep, Jeffrey and I realized we still had our wristbands on, so we could go back.

A date!

A fun date that didn't include dinner, or a trip to the bookstore.  Which is the date we have gone on for the past four years.  It was so nice to mix it up.

The drive there was exciting.  I felt sixteen again.  We had music playing loud in the car.  Something we have not done since the children were born.  We danced, sang along and acted like we were on a third or fourth date.  You know, comfortable with each other, very much liking each other, and so charged with excitement and emotion.  None of the married for a long time complacency or the first date awkwardness.  It was ambrosial.

When we got there it was a different place.  No more were there families running around.  This time terrified screams came from the haunted barn.  A bonfire roared in the middle of the yard with couples standing arms encircling each other, gazing into the cackling flames.  A live band was playing some Rolling Stones music, and laughter and teenage hormones ran rampant throughout the night.

Having been there previously that day, we didn't have to wait in line to be let in.  We showed our wristbands, and walked cockily into the corn maze.

I heard screams.  Terrified screams.  Gone was my cockiness.  My cowardice shined through like a beacon.  I do not like being scared anymore.  When I was a teen, it was fun.  Now, I don't really see the point.  I like to be comfortable and happy.  Being scared is neither comfortable nor happy.  I dragged Jeffrey out of the corn maze, and we searched for posters.  I had to make sure the screams were actually coming from the haunted barn and not the corn maze.  If the corn maze were also haunted, I refused to go in.

Happily, it was not, and we were able to get lost, and un-lost, rinse and repeat.  Every dead end we encountered resulted in a kiss.  I admit, I purposefully looked for dead ends.  Jeffrey is by no means a man of PDA, so I take anything I can get.  And the dead end kiss idea was his.

We talked, and held hands, and remembered exactly what it was that made us fall in love.  By the end of the night, we were tired, but wide awake to each other.  I know that sentence sounds silly, but I can't think of any other way to describe it.

On our way out we bought some vegetables.  A large spaghetti squash and the biggest squash thing I have ever seen.  It honestly looks like a caveman's club.  It has the slight appearance of a butternut squash.  The huge base and narrowing neck and again big top.  But the neck is longer.  Like a crook neck squash.  It had green stripes on it like a zucchini... I know it was a crossbreed the farmer had made, but no one could remember the name of it.  Now, I need to figure out a way to cook it! 

I think it was the best birthday celebration we have ever had for Keith!


Susan Anderson said…
I'm glad you two got that time together! Sounds like a perfect day (and night) indeed.

Lisa said…
Wow. Amazing. I so need a date night like that. You are awesome.
Lara Neves said…
Glad you had so much fun! Sad there are not pictures! :)

We didn't make it to the pumpkin patch this year and I feel terrible about it.
Emmy said…
That sounds like a great date! Eric and I went to a corn maze on our 4th or 5th date and kissed at every dead end :).
Em said…
The slide and the pig train would have been huge hits with my kids!!!
Jenny said…
Awwww...Keith. Pumpkins. Holding Hands. Falling in love...again.


such a sweet, sweet post!
That sentence does not sound silly. It sounds perfect.
Trish said…
Wow that place looks so fun! Awesome!
Lourie said…
Wow! I am so envious! Sounds like you two had a wonderful time.

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