No supermarket pumpkins for us, thanks

We took a visit to a pumpkin patch in Waterport and had a great time!

Well, the one permanently connected to Jorge, his ipod, didn't want to be there, but you know, sometimes it's necessary to force kids to have fun.

While there we also picked apples. And then we brought home a man. Yee haw.

He started out as Bob, then Brownie, then Barry, and by the time he got home, he was Walter.
He's our front porch guardian, but not too accessible from the street, because you never know what the college students will grab on any given weekend. Ditto for the pumpkins.