I remember taking field trips to the pumpkin patch every year as a child in elementary school. They’d load us on the bus, we’d sing songs together and then off we went to spend the morning picking out which pumpkin we’d like to take home with us. I of course wanted the perfect pumpkin. The one that wasn’t too heavy for me. The one that didn’t have too much dirt stuck to it. The one that had a stem big enough to grab, that wasn’t too straight or too bent. The symmetric one. I wanted the one that was styled by nature to be a picturesque pumpkin. They were surprisingly hard to find, like a four leaf clover. But when I did find it, I knew it was the one. And for the record, there isn’t any hidden meaning in this post! Just a fond memory of childhood in the Lower Mainland.

Brooke may be too young to remember this trip to the pumpkin patch first hand, but when she is old enough to look back at the pictures, she may faintly remember running around in her super cute lady bug boots. She may also remember almost losing her balance with every step because the boots were a little awkward to run in. She held it together wonderfully, as toddlers tend to do. She may also remember the wardrobe changes: the angel outfit her neighbour bought for her, the bumble bee costume her mom put her in and the little country girl shirt and jeans. Adorable.

Here’s some photos from my second photo shoot with Brooke at Laity Pumpkin Patch.