Come August, I have fall on my brain. I don't care how hot it is, I start to pray for rain, redecorate, crave pumpkin pie, and inevitably start counting the days till Christmas (if you don't know already, Matt and I are really big Christmas people, more on that at a later post.)
The past month I have been dying to go with to Bishop's Pumpkin Farm. This place is very important to me for two reasons. First and foremost, the memories. I have gone without fail every years since I can remember (as I am sure most of you Yuba-Citians have.) I have countless pictures of me and Kate poking our heads through the giant pumpkin, dozens of memories of searching for (what felt like) hours for the perfect pumpkin, and I can never forget bouncing around all afternoon in the hay silo until Cody’s asthma flared up so badly that he wheezed the following night away. Obviously some memories are fonder than others, (sorry Cody) but nonetheless, they are there. Oh yes, the second reason Bishop’s is so important to me? Their carmel apples. Hands down. The best. Last Thursday, we got a phone call from Matt’s brother Jacob and he wanted to see if we would like to join him and his girlfriend Kellye to the pumpkin farm. We were so excited! True, the petting zoo wasn’t quite the same without a little one, and I felt sort of silly sticking my head through the giant pumpkin, but hey, we’re all kids at heart right?
