Pumpkin Patch History
Before I moved to Indiana for grad school, I had no idea that you could actually GO to a pumpkin patch to pick out your Halloween pumpkins. Growing up in Louisiana, we’d always just bought ours at one of the local churches, or even the grocery store.
Then I moved to the Midwest.
In the Midwest, we actually had a fall. People spent September and October and November in boots not because they looked cute, but because it was actually cold outside. Leaves erupted into brilliant reds and oranges and yellows, instead of simply going from green to brown. And on the weekends, there were orchards for apple-picking, and patches for pumpkin picking.
I have an especially soft spot in my heart for pumpkin picking because I associate it with my relationship with Ryan. The first time I went to an actual pumpkin patch, it was with him—we’d only been dating for a few months:
Ever since that first year at the patch, it’s become somewhat of a fall tradition for us. I love going through my pictures and tracing the changes (hair and otherwise) that each new year brought.
Our second Halloween together, Ella tagged along:
…and wore a lovely bee costume during the carving activities:
…and then the next year, tiny puppy Baxter had just joined the family:
The year after that, we were married, living in Pennsylvania, and my sister had come up to visit us:
Technically, Sophie was tagging along that year as well!
That was also the year that Ella befriended a reindeer at the patch:
Our second year in Pennsylvania, the dogs donned costumes for the carving activities:
And then last year, our first year in Alabama, at a patch that included not only pumpkins, but cotton fields as well (a first for Ryan), we spent most of our time…
…marveling at the fact that the next year, we’d have a baby with us!
And sure enough:
This year, Lila joined in on the tradition.
Pumpkin patches are, as you could probably guess, ripe with baby photo opps. Here are just a few of my favorites that we took at the patch this year:
As you can see, a good time was had by all. I’m excited to see what next year will bring—she’ll be walking, talking—a totally different kiddo.
Hope you had a great weekend!