We went to Hickory Hill Farm. I didn't know that was the name, we just followed the signs with pumpkins on them until we got there. It is in Dover, Dover Point to be exact.
As it turns out Hickory Hill Farm is pretty much just a tiny pumpkin patch with two sets of clippers in a basket and a cart you can push your pumpkin back to the table with the scale on it, and you pay 50 cents a pound. And the family that owns the patch hang out in the Autumn air with their baby and keep their money in a metal box and do all their math on a tiny calculator. All very cute and rustic. Here is the patch, small but oh so cute. I picked two pumpkins, Jaclyn picked about 5 but only took one home, and Kirsten picked two. Don't they look excited?
Doing all this fun fall stuff makes me more accepting of the fact that summer is over. In fact I love running in the fall air, it's much more refreshing than the humid air of summer time. I am trying to get used to wearing pants though.
So I am saying Hello to Fall! Welcome to New England Fall, don't let winter come too soon!