Fall Memories

This past Saturday was not quite what I envisioned for Charlie's first trip to a pumpkin patch. I pictured sweaters and hats, hot apple cider and a cool fall wind as we picked apples and searched for the perfect pumpkins. Instead it was a balmy 85 degrees, there were no apples left on the trees for picking, we were in shorts and sweating amongst the crowd of people. Not quite the perfect day for picking pumpkins, but at least we took a few good photos.