Our neighbors across the street put quite the menagerie of pumpkins on their porch that John and I have been admiring all week. Well, admiring, and plotting against.
Not just any pumpkins would do for our rival porch display - we needed some of all shapes and colors. There's no better place to get pumpkins than Farmer John's in Half Moon Bay.
This was our third year in a row going to Farmer John's - and Harper's first trip.
Harper's favorite part was probably all the hay that she tried very hard to snack on. We told her "hay is for horses," but she was unmoved.
And wagons full of purchases. Purchases beautiful enough to rival any neighbor's.