Pumpkin Patchin

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Brooklynn + I have always wanted to go to Half Moon Bay's Pumpkin Festival, so after Chinese this morning we set out to brave the traffic with friends. We made it about 2 hours into the grueling bumper-to-bumper traffic before we called it quits and retreated. After reenergizing with some good old fashioned fast-food, we were ready for pumpkin patch part deux.

We ended up at the Ardenwood Farms pumpkin patch. It's a small family-owned farm where the kids can take crop tours, play in a mini-maze, and climb a haystack pyramid. In previous years, there had been haunted train rides and corn mazes, but due to the increasing vandalism by Fremont's youth, those amusements have been discontinued. Another reason I need to move us to "better" area.

Once I shook off the disappointment of missing the Half Moon Bay Pumpkin Festival, we were all able to pick out the perfect pumpkins and enjoy ourselves. The crops tour helped as well. There's just something refreshing about being outdoors and witnessing what we can accomplish with our hands.

So many pumpkins, squash, cabbage, etc. produced to sell at farmer's market or local grocery stores. These types of tours only further the longing Brooklynn and I share to have our own farm. Luckily, my father has promised us an area in his backyard to use as a garden. We both can't wait to start planting for next year's harvest season.


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