The Patch

Ah, patch.

Let me count the ways in which I love thee.

I particularly love thee on a weekday.

You are so amazing, yet so popular,
that we must sneak away to visit while
everyone else is sitting behind a desk. 

I love thine wheelbarrows. 

Each year, we pile in, and my heart pauses a bit,

struck by how our loves have grown in a year. 

Your bright, colorful fields of fall fruit

give us the perfect setting for sweet photos of the littles.

On a yearly basis,

we are in awe of you. 

You are tradition, bounty, and autumn. 

Your gift of yearly family photos is something our frames count on.   

Thy beauty calm and refreshes us. 

You bring out the family in us. 

Both the memories and the crazies.

Fried pies, mini pumpkins, slices of pie and cheesy popcorn.

How I love thee. 

And riding around in your wagons filled with hay?

Yes, please.

You are not a group outing for us.  You are about team.

And after all of this posing in your rows of orange?

We roll up the pant legs and get messy in thy creek. 

 

We love thee, pumpkin patch.