This weekend was all about Plan B. Plan A was to spend our special family Saturday at Lone Pine Farms with the pumpkins, and the goaties, and the tractors. Mid-freeway we were hit by a very wet downpour, and quickly announced Plan B. Now, before you start with the name calling and the "Oh you wussies!" please understand, that my sweet husband and I had already decided the previous evening, that Plan B was to be Where the Wild Things Are. You know, out of the rain, and in with the Wild Things. So, if part of me was maybe just looking for a really good excuse to skip the otherwise perfectly lovely pumpkin patch, you will just have to be understanding.
Where the Wild Things Are turned out to be quite perfect, according to me. Beautiful, and a little bit tragic in a life-is-like-that sort of a way. Loved. It.
Plus, it turns out that the grocery store has a really great selection of pumpkins, that are very authentic, and carve up beautifully. And apples for baking. Plan B ya know.