So, unless you were in my family and have a random memory, the blog title means absolutely nothing to you. It's funny to me though. The pumpkin patch we went to was called "The Berry Farm". The blog title is a line from a song my brothers made up about migrant farm workers to the tune of "All Night Long". Anyway, here we are on a wagon ride.
Our friends' son, Ben, imparting words of wisdom to Noelle. Actually, I think he might have "imprinted" on her (if you've read the Twilight series). He's always asking me if he can hold her, feed her, stroll her. Hmmm.
Isn't she cute? The baby, I mean. I'm not fishing for compliments here . . . or am I???
Isn't she cute? Wait, didn't I already ask that?
Sam's very own pumpkin pick. I asked if he wanted one bigger, whiter, etc. He would not budge. This was the one.
Hauling our pumpkins. I like the one with the teethy grin. The large one there was Chad's choice. We didn't weigh it, but it's roughly the mass of barge.
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