Saturday we made our annual pilgrimage to the apple orchards and pumpkin patches of Lynd's Fruit Farm in Pataskala. There are similar places closer to our house, but we have so much history that it has a hold over us. Michael so heavily associates it with October. It will be quite a moment the autumn that we do not return. Alex has just as much fun, but he is not a child of October like his brother.
We picked up hay, jam, candy sticks, kettle corn and a variety of things. However, it is always the pumpkins and apples that matter in the end; they ensure the boys understand that food comes from the land and not from aisles of concrete and linoleum of the market.
RAP (10.7.2008)
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