Siren Song

What is it about pumpkins and babies? There seems to be some sort of instinctive need for all new parents to trot their kids out to a pumpkin patch come October. We heeded the irresistible siren song of the pumpkins yesterday.....not to our death, but to a dent in our wallets. We went to Linvilla Orchard, a veritable pumpkin utopia offering up all things fall on a silver platter. From hayrides, to pony rides, to simply mad quantities of pumpkins, apples, jams, pies and all of the bountiful goodness of PA this time of year, to apple slingshots (Luke adored this) a massive playground, animals galore, face painting, horrid fair like food, and giant awesome scarecrows and scary things, Linvilla is a no holds barred celebration of taking money from parents who can't resist putting their little ones on a pony, or wagon, or giant pumpkin.

Luke loved it all. He wasn't too sure about the pony thing at first, but was into it by the end. The hayride through all of the orchards delighted him. Julia delighted in watching Luke experience delight. We simply watched them both and reveled in sharing the joy of fall with our two kids.

It was sunny, and beautiful, and we felt lucky to live near such a fabulous place.