Pumpkin Church

Remember when I said I liked pumpkins "en masse"?



There's just something about a big pile of orange pumpkins that makes me smile. Maybe they are at church. Maybe they are at Mass. Or maybe they're not church-goers at all. Heathen pumpkins. Who knows?

We thanked Columbus for our long weekend by going to the Farm/Pumpkin Patch.
I tortured the boy by taking pictures.
In his terms, "Hell on Earth."

The hayride...


The "General Store"... Or as I call it, the farmer's idea of a cute photo op...


This place grew some mighty big pumpkins...


And I am growing a very cute almost-preteen baby giraffe who is still adorable even when he's ticked off at his momma for taking so many pictures.