Ahh...Fall...

For the ten years that I have lived in this country, I have tried hard to maintain my South African identity, knowing that I would probably eventually live there again. Sometimes this has involved resisting 'absorbing' too many American traditions, or having too much of American culture rub off on me. This is not because I dislike America, or any of my American friends, but simply because I want to never forget where I have come from and the traditions and cultures that have shaped my identity as a South African citizen.

Having said that, though, one American tradition that I have no intention of resisting... the annual fall trip to the pumpkin patch. Now that we have a son, this is even more. I love the hay rack ride, the pumpkin picking, the hot chocolate, the petting zoo, all of it. Last fall we took Cohen on his first trip to the pumpkin patch and since he was 6 weeks old and it was about thirty degrees outside, it was not a resounding success.

This year, however, was a different story. It was a beautiful autumn day outside, seventy degrees, and now that Cohen is 14 months old and walking around (and apparently adores animals), this year was wonderful fun. Enjoy the pics...