I love fall and all that comes with it, but why does it all have to come at once? Henry, Emmett and I joined some friends at the Denver Botanic Gardens at Chatfield pumpkin patch and festival today. Rick was hunting in Kremmling. He always seems to miss the trip to the pumpkin patch. Thankfully, both of these major fall events were successful so far: Rick got a doe today and Henry picked just the pumpkin he was after, one about two and a half inches in diameter!
Here are the pictures I gathered today, which weren’t many. I was sort of lamenting not sending the camera with Rick, but I think I’ll have him take it up next weekend with him. He still has two elk tags to fill, and we will *only* be pumpkin carving. I love the fall.
Otherwise this weekend, I’ve caught up on some reading, and Henry and I have been trying to do some fun things, like pizza and root beer and a movie on Friday, and a new board game tonight. Tomorrow I plan on making a big pot of green chile and then I will have to head up the mountain to bring the mighty hunter and his meat home. Henry will love this, since he loves driving in the mountains.
Henry’s also missing Rick terribly (so am I, and it’s only a weekend… I’m such a wimp!). I was so thankful for Rich at the pumpkin patch, who took him all around to find that perfect pumpkin. Today he also was playing with one of his stacking cups, tooting into it, making a perfect imitation of Rick’s duck call. Rick will be so proud of his mini-hunter son.