For me October is one long warm hued, cinnamon scented romantic notion.
Thanksgiving, baking, apple picking, Halloween. Most definitely my favourite month. But the annual trip to the pumpkin patch is the highlight.
Five years now, we have been coming to the pumpkin patch. Anna, sixteen months on her first trip. She grabbed a mini pumpkin the moment we got there and carried it with her the whole time.
Jack, only ten months. Not much bigger than some of the pumpkins. Or the following year, when he hobbled around with his cast on after breaking a leg.
The pumpkin patch is as much a part of their childhoods as Easter egg hunts or birthdays. I will never tire of hunting for the perfect pumpkin or racing through the corn maze, and I hope they never will either.