We discovered this farm, ironically, in spring, back when Kyla was a kindergartner on her first field trip. The dream pumpkin patch became a nightmare because of it’s popularity; we showed up last year on a Saturday afternoon and turned around immediately in the face of large crowds and long lines. So this year we went on a Wednesday afternoon and were pleasantly surprised with cheaper admission and few people.
We started immediately with a cider donut and, with the extra sugar energy, played. Being outdoor and open, it is pretty easy to social distance and everyone wore masks. Piper and Wes panned for marbles (I thought that was brilliant), we raced rubber duckies, and proved ourselves woefully inadequate throwers of baseballs, basketballs, and football.
Piper and I needed to repair our relationship after several missing assignments, late nights, and fire-and-ice arguments. We were both in better moods already, so when we decided to split up in the Washington-themed corn maze, Piper and I teamed up against the other three. The mud was indecently….muddy….and we laughed ourselves silly as we searched for the infamous contest of Kettle Falls and found the Space Needle and Gum Wall. [Piper actually had ABC gum in her pocket, so added it to the décor.] I got a kick out of the DC Cooper debris, and Piper and I wove our way all over our beautiful, quirky state.
After almost four hours at the farm, it was time to choose our pumpkins for future slaughter. The Pumpkin Patch doesn’t solve problems, but what a great way of putting them on hold for an afternoon!
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