Now that Rowan is of a certain age, we hoped to take him to a pumpkin patch this year, as a rite of passage. But as it turned out, the weather has been less-than-stellar (big surprise), we’ve been booked pretty solid most of October, and well, the thought of traipsing out to the country so he could run around in the mud and point out all the “cunkins” in order to get that perfect picture for his (woefully incomplete) baby book renders me exhausted. It’s just … not going to happen this year.
But that’s OK, especially when our favorite grocery store displays its pumpkins out front in a setting that very closely resembles a typical pumpkin patch, complete with hay bales and award-winning, monster-sized freakshow gourds. I mean, had I not told you about our non-existent plans to visit an actual patch, you’d never know these shots were snapped at the grocery store. Am I right?
(Dude, I’d be suspicious of a pumpkin that was bigger than me, too.)
As my mom would say: good enough for government work.