- 3 cans of the High Life - home
I got my own lil pumpkin packed up,
and set out for some rural americana.
Stocker Farms was the destination (ripe and ready!),
and after a couple pretend prom portraits,
we set out to lose ourselves amongst the corn.
After a few hours of a-maize-ing (hahahaha!) navigation, we emerged tired and muddy, but our spirits never 'squashed', we continued to the pumpkin patch,
in search of the perfect pumpkin and the perfect picture.
It was a long, but terrific day that left some more tired than others,
but we're all sure to return next year.

1 comment:
Hey Fucker,
Those are some real cute pics of the kid!
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