It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!

So Friday was nightfall.  Saturday was recovery from nightfall.  And Sunday we loaded up the baby and drove to Wilcox, about two hours away.  “What’s in Wilcox?”, you ask?  Not much.  Not much at all, except for Apple Annie’s Orchard!  Believe it or not, there’s not a lot of produce being grown in the middle of the Sonoran Desert, unless you count prickly pears.  Wilcox, however, is higher in elevation and therefore much more conducive to agriculture.  Driving on the dirt roads with cattle on one side of the car and apple trees on the other, I almost thought we were back in Missouri. 

We went to Apple Annie’s Orchard first, where they had everything from apple butter to apple pie to apple salsa, which is only so much fun when you have a husband that doesn’t like apples.  I swear, I will never understand that.  There’s still a part of me that wonders if he’s just playing a big joke, and on our 50^th wedding anniversary, he’s going to say “Gotcha!  Of course I like apples!!  Who wouldn’t?!?”.  Until then, he says he doesn’t like them.  So we didn’t spend a lot of time at the orchard.  We went on to Apple Annie’s Pumpkin Patch, which is open seasonally.  

The pumpkin patch had a gigantic corn maze, which took just long enough for us to get sick of being in the corn maze.  Then we took a hayride out to the pumpkin patch.  You could pick your own pumpkin, which was cool, but we ended up just picking some gourds at the produce stand.  We also bought some zucchini and winter squash for baby food (also for us).  I know that next year will be very different with Elin running around, so we’re appreciating the ease of the baby bjorn.  It was a very good day, and I hope to make this a family tradition for us.  

This is actually an aerial photo of the corn maze!!!

Corn.

Hayride!

Sunflowers!

Pumpkins!

Big pumpkin!

Tasting the big pumpkin.

What time is it, Daddy?