The fog has set in. Every day for the last week we've had this stuff haunting our mornings. It's magical but it's haunting. Can you imagine living in a world of fog for forever? If that ends up being the case I'm really going to need to invest in one of those happy lights.
Luckily, fog isn't a good enough reason not to spend a Saturday with my family picking out pumpkins for Halloween!
This year we went to a pumpkin patch about 10 minutes from our place called The Farm.
E had a blast riding on the tractors, petting the kittens and watching the duck races.
However, he was not a fan of this scarecrow.
Once we'd picked out our pumpkins I forced Ben to stand in line with me so I could try one of their home-made hand-dipped corn dogs. YUM!
They also had some pretty great Apple-Cider Donuts and roasted corn on the cob picked right there on the farm.
It was a very good morning.
Captain of our wheelbarrow: he was not a happy camper when we told him it was time to get out.