I looked up from the computer screen yesterday and realized fall had arrived. The leaves are turning crimson and gold, and some of them have begun their slow chasses to the ground.
It’s my favorite time of year. We always had great fun ushering in the season when Catherine was small.
So flashback 16 years, to 1998. Catherine was 2 and we were continuing the tradition started the year before of hunting for the perfect pumpkin at Eden Farms in Stamford, CT.
For awhile these annual treks were painstaking operations, requiring quality control checks of every pumpkin in the patch. The shape had to be just so. An intact stem was preferable. It was especially good if the specimen in question was so big that only Dad could carry it home.
On this day, we threw in a hay ride and walk through the hay maze, but passed on the haunted house before getting down to business.