Pumpkin Patch 2020

We had a great day at a new pumpkin patch, Knutson Farms. It was so well done, not crowded at all – and everything was free except for food and pumpkins. Can I tell you how nice it is to not have to pay individually for each activity you want to do as a fam? Corn maze, hayride, games, play area… all free at Knutson’s. Thank you for an awesome day!

We stopped at Target on our way, because we had no clothes in the house that I felt was appropriate for our fall family photo. I grabbed this copper puffer jacket, and two sweatshirts for the little boys. They worked perfectly.

But this puffer, guys. This puffer is gonna get a lot of use this year. It’s men’s, which is weird because it was at the front of the store in the women’s section in a display, but I could not possibly care any less. It’s oversized for layering, and kept me super warm.

Totally recommend!

The Gift of Time

I am anxiously awaiting the arrival of summer. Like most seasons, when the end is drawing near, I’m ready. But when it looms on the horizon – full of promise and unknown – I can hardly contain my excitement. Around September, I ache for the twinkle of Christmas lights; the crisp, cool air and the layers of scarves and pea coats and thick knit socks and worn in leather boots. Around February – right now – I can’t stop thinking of sunshine. The early morning sunrises, the clear blue skies, the iced coffees and brightly colored trees, fresh in bloom. And even the rain. We get a lot of that around here. Around May, I’m ready for the 9pm sunsets and the screen doors and the smell of the BBQ when I walk in the door from work. I’m ready for sweet tea (because even though we’re in the Northwest, I married into a Midwest family, and they know a thing or two about sweet tea) and skipping the gym for a run around the lake. And then, when summer’s stretch has become expected, I’m dying for the leaves. The golden leaves, burnt orange and red, littering the ground and leaving the trees bare and cold. I’m ready for pumpkins, and salted caramel latte, and the familiar drone of football on the TV after church. In reflecting on this, one thing is for certain… I’m always ready. Always looking forward. Always grateful for the time I’m leaving behind – and always expectant of its welcome return. Time if a gift. Time marches on. Time, although never promised, is a constant presence in a world of steady change.