. . . the pumpkin patch

Every year since her birth, we-the-parents have taken Miss Adorable to a pumpkin patch.  The first year, she just sat in her stroller, covered in a warm blanket and stared.  The second year, she wandered around looking at the tiniest ones, but not really understanding the concept of fall.  The third and fourth years, she remembered, actually remembered, that fall was coming and fall meant pumpkins.  And this year, our four-year-old reminded us as soon as the first hint of orange arrived at our favorite patch that it was time to round up her baby and head out to find some harvest fruit.