I have talked before about my love for picking fruit. Something about being on a farm makes me feel better, more alive, younger. Maybe because I was raised in the country. Not that we had a farm but I did have a horse and life was sweet. I am reminded of the smell of sweet hay, the softness only found in a horses winter coat. I love to get dirty. Going to the pumpkin field not only reminds me its fall it also adds to the family memories I so treasure. We have been going to the same pumpkin patch for 10yrs. We go when its pouring rain and freezing cold . Or when we are blessed with incredible weather. Last Wednesdays was one of those Indian summer kind of days. I hope with all my heart my boys will still want to go to the pumpkin patch when they are older. Sparky got lucky that we don't have land or I would of bought a pony home. I keep reminding him that our anniversary is coming up, and the pony "Brass" sure would make a great present. Sparky often falls silent when I speak of moving to farm country. Sparky isn't a fan of change. As it is we have 5 eggs under a heat lamp hoping they will hatch. Tucker found them during a horse riding lesson and thought it would be a good ideal to hatch them. If they do hatch maybe Sparky will be forced to buy us a small farm. Just for those chickens......
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