I love fall. I didn't use to-- this really started last year. I love anything pumpkin flavored, love the changing leaves, the cooler temperatures, the warm colors, and the holidays. Yesterday, Eddie and I went on our pilgrimage to get our pumpkins. Last year was my first time at a pumpkin patch, and it's a tradition I'm really excited to have started. We got to Legare Farms on John's Island because it's close to our house, and Boone Hall is so far away, although we'll be there later today for the Taste of Charleston.
At Legare, you pay $1 gate admission per person, then pay by the activity. Last year we did the myrtle maze, but we weren't impressed so we skipped it this year. They also have hayrides, but Eddie hates to sit on the ground, and this hayride didn't have bales to sit on, so I knew all I would hear would be complaining for the duration, so I elected that we skip that. We spent most of our time looking at the animals and petting them. My favorites were the donkey and the calf, although "baby cow" sounds so much cuter. My favorite moment was when the goats were getting fed, and the donkey "hee-haw-ed" out of jealousy. It was hilarious.
There were also some adorable animals that were not for petting:
And some really NOT adorable animals that Eddie insisted on documenting:
Now, for the pumpkin patch. We wanted to get two pumpkins, one for each of us. We also decided to get a little pumpkin, and let me explain my ridiculous reasoning-- a yellow pumpkin is not quite ready to be an actual pumpkin... the juice from the stem ran all down my arms after we picked it. However, we're really to think about adding a pumpkin to our little family, but we are not ready to commit to an actual little pumpkin. Hence the yellow one. I know you must think that analogy is ridiculous, but there you are.
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