Sunshine was two when we made our first annual trip to the pumpkin patch. We were dressed in winter coats, of course, when we visited a farm north of Toronto, Ontario, where the cornfield maze was so large there were lookouts stationed in high set chairs, like lifeguards, to direct the too-long lost through bullhorns.
When Hollywood was two we moved to Iowa, where the corn stood equally high, and as far as the eye could see. The pumpkin farms (and fun) went on for days--hayrides, petting zoos, mini tractor racetracks, and whole pools of corn kernels to dig in--and could be stumbled upon every few ever-so-flat miles.
Now, we are in Vegas. The pumpkin patches come in from California to set down in parking lots on busy street corners. When they finally haul out, Christmas trees replace them, on the blacktop.
But they aren't without their thrills!
Her smile says it all!