Grandmothers and Pumpkin Patches

On Saturday I drove to New Hope, PA to meet up with my mom and my grandmother. We met at Washington's Crossing park for a gathering of four generations of Lefren females. It was a pleasure to see both my mother and her mother with my baby girl. They were both so understanding when Celeste became cranky. At one point we thought about going out to lunch and circled around touristy, crowded New Hope and then attempted to eat at a pizza place crowded with young soccer players and their families. We finally decided to eat back in the park where we met. The grandmothers had, of course, thought ahead and packed cheese sandwiches in waxed paper, cans of tomato juice, and a big Ball jar of water. Celeste seemed to enjoy the attention and the autumn breezes while being changed on the picnic table.

On Sunday Peter and I went to a local farm with our friends Oswaldo, Diley and their son Matias. We ate hot dogs and pulled pork sandwiches, and tramped through a corn maze and into a pumpkin patch. It's feeling like fall. It is strange and exciting to live so close to functioning farms. I think that Thanksgiving will be delicious here.