Burt's Place

This is Burt's Pumpkin Farm. We took the boy there yesterday. He had a ball running all over the place. We left Roswell around noon and first went to Amicalola Falls State Park. It's about an hour drive from our house. We had a little picnic lunch near the stream and then walked part way up towards the falls. We weren't sure we were even going to go as it had rained the previous night and threatened to do so again. It turned out to be a beautiful day. The sun came out and there was just a tinge of crispness in the air. We drove to the top of the falls, let the boy run around and then proceeded to Burt's, which is half a mile down the road. The place wasn't as mad as it had been last year but, the downfall was the previous night's rain. There was mud all over the place. This year they also had some redneck yelling over the loudspeakers to not sit, stand or jump on the pumpkins. Obviously, this was a problem but, I didn't need to hear it every five minutes.
I took numerous photos of the boy and we had some taken of all of us. The wife said she's going to use them for Christmas cards? Okay. We bought a carving pumpkin and a pie making pumpkin and the boy got a small pumpkin the size of his hands. That's about it. I will say this, Burt's Farm smells wonderful... not your typical farm. The smell of pumpkin bread and kettle corn was everywhere. Mmmm good. I would have bought some treats if we had thought to bring more cash. We only had twelve dollars between us because I had forgotten to stop at the ATM and I absolutely refused to put a pumpkin on our credit card.
We headed back home and enjoyed the fall colors. It was a good day.