Driving down back roads in autumn has to be one of my favorite ways to pass the weekend. I think one of my favorite memories to date is our family trip down the back roads from Missouri to Arkansas a few weekends ago to Pumpkin Hollow. I knew the perfect pumpkin patch had to be hiding closer to the South than the city. And we were right.
Penelope smiled and giggled almost the entire time. And her curious fingers grabbed at the stems, so we just had to bring one home for our city bungalow porch.