Pumpkins. Mums. Scarecrows. Spiced Pumpkin scented Yankee Candle.
Yeah, it's fall. The only difference is, it's 80 degrees here and there are no leaves crunching under my feet.
That's o.k., I can take the heat.
What happens when you mix the new Pottery Barn catalog with a free shipping on select items insert, and a girl who really likes Pottery Barn?
Behold!! (This is really for my sister who wanted to see what I bought.)
Today we went on a hayride and pumpkin picking. If you're 2 you say, "Haywide and punkin pwickin." The 2 year old way is way cuter.
On the way we there we passed a lot of farms, one of them was a cotton farm. The boys and I had a lengthy discussion about cotton pickin' and farming. We decided that we would want to live on a farm and own cows and horses.
We also passed a lot of road kill, which, for some strange reason they really liked looking at. I will never understand the male fascination with animals smooshed on the road. Rotting carcass? Way cool! Guts spread to kingdom come? Alright!
Pumpkin Warrior and his humble servants.
Look to the finish!