There seems to be some unwritten law about fall here in Nebraska. That law – get thee to the pumpkin patch. I am a rule follower, so several weeks ago, my mom, the girls, and I journeyed to the pumpkin patch. We skipped the go to patch located in Omaha and headed to the small town northwest of where my mom lives to the Harvest Moon Farm near Oakland, Nebraska. This place was perfect for us – not overly crowded, just enough activities, and all the fall fun you could want.
Eloise rode the “train” and we wandered through the corn maze. They had some grown up tricycles that Eloise and I rode together. I picked the smaller of the two which was a mistake. Now, I know that I am not in the greatest shape of my life, but that little ride left me sucking air. About half way through, there was a small, completely innocent hill. That hill. It damn near killed me. I am not too proud to admit that Eloise and I had to push the tricycle up this teeny tiny hill.
It was the perfect fall day. I cannot wait to do it all again next year when Margot is able to run around after her sister.