Day 22: In your town
This weekend, Mr. Phish and I headed down the road a few miles to visit a nearby pumpkin patch. We’re still relatively new to the area, so we still do a fair bit of exploring. New restaurants, new shops, new events–there’s so much to do in Des Moines.
(And I mean that honestly, without a hint of sarcasm.)
The pumpkin farm was not even five miles from our apartment. It was a cornucopia of awesomeness.
There were pumpkins, squash, and gourds by the wagon-full.
Crisp, cool breezes with nice, long stretches of warm sunshine on your back.
There were goats and sheep and horses. This little guy somehow managed to work his way into the hay bale. He was happily munching the afternoon away.
These mums were giant. Like, two feet across. And they were $11. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to buy three.
*swoon* Pumpkin bars. Homemade pumpkin bars. Worth every calorie. Even better paired with hot, spiced apple cider.
They had these cute little pumpkin carts to help you carry your goodies to the car. Mr. Phish did his good deed by taking a few stragglers back to the front of the lot.
If you’re anywhere near central Iowa, I highly recommend a stop at Howell’s Pumpkin Patch. Tons of fun stuff for kiddos but also fun for grownups.
P.S. They also have a Christmas tree farm, so we’ll finally be able to cut our own tree this Christmas!