Grandpa's Pumpkin Patch was quite successful this year. We came home with a Suburban-load of pumpkins...some for us to paint, carve, and admire, and some to sell.
Welly always finds her 'perfect little pumpkin' that can't be carved or in any way defiled.
Daddy found one to his liking, too. (When I asked him if I could post this picture, he said, "If it makes you happy." Isn't he great?)
Scrub-a-dub, Little Lovies...
I LOVE clouds.
Our entrepreneurial attempts weren't all that successful. We needed our salesman daddy to help. Anyone still need pumpkins?