Last Saturday (the 11th) we went to a nearby pumpkin patch. It's hard to find real pumpkin patches around here. Most in our area are just a random field where some one dumped a whole bunch of already picked pumpkins and then calls it a"punkin patch". Oh yes, the signs and flyers really say "punkin patch". No thanks Idaho.
But, we did manage to find a legit family farm with a real pumpkin patch in Ririe. The patch was reasonably large, but it didn't offer any of the pumpkin patch fixings that we are spoiled with being from Oregon. No petting zoo (or any other farm type animal), no fresh pressed cider or fresh donuts, no mud (this could be a good thing I guess) and no other fun activities for the kids (or kids at heart). But, I am still happy we found a real patch and for that I am thankful.
p.s I went looking through the blog archive to find Maisie's first pumpkin patch and guess what? -we took her to her first pumpkin patch on October 11th, 2010 and then EXACTLY 4 years later we took Ellie to her first. I just thought that was pretty neat.