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.