My friend Tressa tells me that her goal is to turn me into a redneck. After all, I do live in a Mayberry kind of town. But I am so not the Green Acres type. I am a city girl, just like Ava Gabor. Without the fancy clothes and feather boa.
Well, not anymore. During the past week I have been to the pumpkin patch, the farm and the apple orchard. Scary. What’s next for me, NASCAR races and ice cold Budweiser? I hope not.
Last weekend, we joined two other families at a local pumpkin patch where you can actually go out to the field in a hay-filled wagon and pick pumpkins off the vine. The weather was beautiful—85 degrees and sunny—a far cry from the previous week’s pumpkin patch adventure (brrrr!).
Ever since Autumn Moon, Mattie Gail and Molly spontaneously break out in dance whenever they hear music.
Mattie Gail, Molly and Jaiden petting the local livestock.
Sneakin’ and peekin’ in the hay maze.
Taking a break from the hot Summer Autumn sun.
Yee Haw! I’m on a horse and wagon ride!
Waiting for the hayride to the pumpkin patch (just in case you didn’t read the sign).
Be honest, we have country bumpkin written all over our faces, don’t we?
Molly’s pumpkin.
Riding back with our kids, husbands and hand-picked produce.
Three tired girls. This was the best pose we got. Can you say, “Time for a nap?”
Redneck Taxi Service.
Hold on to yer hat, partner, cuz we are heading to the farm!
One of the best things about this farm are there super gentle animals that love attention from little hands.
Here’s my country girl shooting hoops in the hayloft.
Molly, Mattie and the bunny.
Here is the same bunny back in July. The bunny is sooo much bigger now. Thank goodness that kids don’t grow that fast.
Waiting “patiently” for a pony ride.
Look at the excitement in their faces when we stopped the pony ride to take a picture.
Now, the last stop in the redneck trifecta…apple picking.
Nothing says redneck like posing for a picture in an enormous chair.
Molly getting a lift up from Avery. Is that sweet or what?
My girl can pick with the best of them. Just look at that technique.
Avery reaches for the perfect apple with help from her mom.
Apple pickin’ pals.
Posing in the orchard.
Now THIS is what we came here for...yum!
Molly and Avery hand in hand. If that doesn’t melt your heart, I don’t know what would.
These pictures don’t really belong in the redneck trio, but good golly, I am starting to dress my kid like a redneck! 
I so need to get myself to the spa and have all of this country girl nonsense scrubbed off of me before it’s too late!
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