There's nothing like being out on the old farm. Dirt in your diaper and dust in your hair. The smell of manure in the air. I must admit, I'm a country boy! If time would permit, I would've been playing in this field all day long. Thousands of pumpkins to choose from, and they tell you just to pick one...oh how difficult a decision it would be. Nonetheless, I conquered, and conquered well...I zoned in on the perfect pumpkin, after falling numerous times in the pursuit, I accomplished the task. Oh, only if everyday was dirt day!
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