It's that time of year when children all over the country don their boots and hats, and trod the fields in search of the elusive pumpkin that perfectly blends of the spirits of harvest celebration and spooky terror.
Or, if you're like us, you'll just throw on some tennis shoes, muddle around in the field for a few minutes half-heartedly looking for a pumpkin that meets the criteria of being not too big, not too small, and not too squishy. Pumpkins are okay, but we are more entertained by all the peripherals of pumpkin patches: petting zoo, corn maze, treats.
Plus, after spending the last few weeks enraptured with the acres and acres of pumpkins being grown across the street from my school, a traditional pumpkin patch can't quite measure up.
Tractor rides, however, are always good fun.
And picking apples never ceases to be exciting. Especially after getting a lesson on the proper way to pick apples (rotate and lift the apple up, and then pull down), Sydney can't wait to share her newfound knowledge with her cousin.
Really, we're all about climbing hay bales and singing tunes from The Sound of Music.
The hills are alive? Ah Maria, you underestimated the joy of Mt. Hood of Hay.
In fact, let's forget the pumpkins altogether. Just give us donuts and cider.
That's what really makes us sing.