A Train Ride to the Pumpkin Patch

My family loves fall.  It doesn't hurt that we live close to the Poconos so we get to enjoy the mountains changing from a lush green to the crimson, russet, amber, and gold colors of autumn. 

This year we took a ride on a train to a pumpkin patch.  It was the girls' first train ride. 

 Madison and me (and my super-short haircut)

The pumpkin patch consisted of a little clearing along the railroad tracks where hay bales were set up with pumpkins.  The pumpkins, of similar sizes and shapes were sitting waiting to be plucked up into the arms of the children.

"Mom, what about this one?" 

That particular pumpkin was rejected for some reason known only to Em after some very serious consideration.  Apparently it didn't meet her specifications.

"No.  This one."

Nope, not that one either.  That one was set down, discarded by a very discerning three year old.  Running off across the clearing, she spotted another one that seemed to be "The One".

"I think this is the one"

Luckily it was the one.  Back onto the train we went with Emmy's chosen pumpkin.

This past weekend we went to the local farm that actually takes you on a hayride to a real  pumpkin patch where we tripped over pumpkin vines looking for the perfect pumpkin.

I told you we really like the season! 

Where do our pumpkins sit?  In the garage waiting patiently to be carved while two little munchkins are having a hard time containing their excitement at the prospect that Halloween is right around the corner.  Our little jack-o-lantern will be greeting all the local trick-or-treaters who knock at the door. 

How do you celebrate the fall?