The Spirit Is Still There

Last weekend, Mike and I went to a pumpkin patch with my younger brother, Michael, his wife, Kristin, and their daughter, Esme. Here is a picture of Mike and I with Esme. Try to ignore how dorky we look.



I haven't been to a pumpkin patch since my elementary days, but I have to say it was pretty enjoyable. There is just something about getting out in the fresh air on a farm. You feel more connected to the land. More connected to life.

We rode a "hayride" to get to the pumpkin patch, which was really more like bales of hay on a trailer being pulled by a tractor. No horse or wagon or piles of loose hay. For once in my life I would like to go on an actual hayride, the way they were originally. No motorized vehicles. I guess the spirit is still there. The hayride has just been modernized like everything else. Who is to say if the old way or the new way is better?