Over the weekend my friend, who is also named Jessica, and I wanted to hit up a pumpkin patch. Walker was not so much into the idea. He kept saying I’m not going, I’m not going. I kept saying you have to come, you have to come. And then he said pumpkin patches just aren’t my thing. I said well you’re from Texas, have you ever been to a pumpkin patch? He said no so I said well then you have no idea if it’s your thing.

I finally convinced him to go to his very first pumpkin patch and it went just fine. We took a wheelbarrow to the patch and that’s where I got my pumpkin. A 19 pounder. Then we picked out a few smaller ones from the piles out front. Overall it was fun but you really can’t beat the trips as a kid. A hayride around the field, any pumpkin you want (can carry), and then doughnuts and apple cider. Well maybe I can relive those memories when I’m home in Michigan very soon.