Disclaimer: No butts were actually farmed in the making of this post.
Last month, we were invited to visit a ginormous pumpkin patch called Bates Nut Farm.
Or as it is known affectionately in our family: Nate's Butt Farm. Or simply, the Butt Farm.
Despite having grown up in this area, I myself had never before visited the Butt Farm. My husband and his parents responded to this news with much horror and audible gasping, so we all set off out into the desert to remedy the situation.
Upon arriving at the Farm, we were greeted with everything you would expect from such a place: hay rides, barbecue sandwiches, hay mazes, and piles of pumpkins. We were also greeted with unrelenting sunshine and 90-plus degree heat. (I did mention it's out in the desert, right?)
We all flipped a collective bird to the heat, and got our tickets for the hay ride.
After a yummy lunch (in the shade) we set out to pick some pumpkins. Some of us might have started to get a bit cranky.
Aaaaaah! I don't wanna stand by these pumpkins!
Waaaah! Me neither! You can't make me look at the camera!!!
Pumpkins were purchased and we retreated to our air-conditioned cars for the trek home. And five minutes after leaving the Butt Farm...
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2 comments:
hi
i love the face on chelsea in the pumpkin patch it is so funny,and savannah looks pretty exhausted.
love oma
i know you wish you had come along... since you love extreme heat and whiny children!
maybe we'll let you come when we go to the christmas craft show at the butt farm. if you're nice.
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