The obligatory pumpkin patch post

We never know what to expect during the annual patch outing. Sometimes the weather cooperates and sometimes we wish that it would. This year, the sun joined us for Dr. Sebresian's first trip to the apple works. In case you're not up to snuff on your Rockey family glossary terms, Dr. Sebresian is just one of the handles that Nolan James goes by. That's right the sun was shining, the pumpkins were plenty, and we only suffered a handful of meltdowns. See those pumpkins lying behind Baby Jane? Those were the two she picked out for her and her brother, the good doctor. That shot was snapped immediately following her decision to no longer carry the load. 

Moments later... tears. 

I'm still not exactly sure why.

Check out this dude gettin' his chill on. If anyone knows an alpaca who needs a place to crash, you can totally throw my digits his way.

The doctor and i had to talk this guy down. We promised him that we wouldn't feed him gravel like all the others. Come on folks, show these dudes some sympathy. They don't possess the discernment which so many of you take for granted.

It's alright, goat. The doctor and i are here for you.

Look who's pleased with himself after another day's work.

That's a satisfied customer.

Now go out and grab yourself a gourd, cut its guts out and toast yourself some seeds!

Better late than dead

So, we returned from our weeklong residence along the gulf coast in fifteen and a half hours. Most of that was in the driving rain with low visibility. But by golly we made it. We slept in and the next afternoon being all hallows eve we began sticking sharp objects into large gourds.

Behold the damage done!

Then what happened was that we drilled holes in pumpkins and ate their roasted seeds right in front of them while listening to tom wait's 'bone machine'.

These things happened next...

The end.

Pondering pumpkins

As of late, the weather has been less than agreeable in our attempts to visit the pumpkin patch. Last week, we got as far as breakfast at chick-fil-a before surrendering to the rain. As we watched the forecast for this week, it appeared rain would befall us again. However, nothing was gonna stop us from braving the weather this time around. We would beat the rain. When dark clouds threatened, we would retaliate with thunderous persistence in our pursuit for the perfect pumpkin.

Then daddy got sick.

We never counted on chilled bones and a fever of one hundred degrees to sideline one of us from our impending conquests, but that's exactly what happened. So while the jane gals headed south to apple works with the hyman clan, daddy drifted in and out of consciousness between episodes of 'good times' and 'matlock'. Thankfully, mommy took some lovely shots of the little one so that daddy could imagine he was part of the excursion. Olivia seemed to enjoy her romp through the pumpkin patch much more than last year.