We took the girl to a pumpkin farm last week. She enjoyed hiding behind the pumpkins.
I enjoyed taking pictures, of her and the pumpkins.
The fields were largely empty. We’d waited too long.
We’d waited so long, in fact, that we often encountered the not-so-recently departed.
Still, we all found a pumpkin, even the Girl. “Zrob moj moj!” K suggests (Nana might have said, “Love the pumpkin!”), and L willingly complies.
Afterward, the Girl rode about a while,
and I took a few more pictures.
