Another Hayride
I hate standing in line, but standing in line for forty minutes for a hayride to a pumpkin patch with Ezra is worth the wait. I actually didn’t mind standing because I knew he would enjoy the hayride because ever since the hayride last week he has wanted another hayride.
This hayride was long, muddy and bumpy, and Ezra smiled the whole way to the pumpkin patch and from the pumpkin patch with our pumpkins. We got two. One with warts all over and one that is smooth and near round.
We took our pumpkins and a hayride back to the barns and sheds and shops with Ezra smiling and already asking for another hayride. We then looked at ducks, goats, rabbits and a lama, and he asked for another hayride; then we shared fry bread, corn-on-the-cob and a hamburger, and he asked for another hayride; then Ezra selected, and we bought a small pumpkin and a gourd that looked like a used candle, and he asked for another hayride, but the day was late and his passion not that great and the wait would have been an hour or more, so instead of a hayride he got a car ride home, which induced a nap and a few more calls for another hayride.