(Just a Vegas tidbit: since we live in a desert, there is only one orchard that I'm even aware of out here. So instead of going to an actual pumpkin patch, faux patches crop up on empty corners of deserted lots right at the start of October. Brian and I typically shun these patches, hence the rationale for heading to a real orchard.)
We had been to the orchard - and neighboring farm - the year before. It's a trek from our house, but well-worth it.
Or so we thought.
With the temp hovering right around 92 degrees, we donned shorts and sunscreen and set off for a little fall fun.
The day started off great. Scotty was excited to pet the cats at the farm.
I was too.
We stopped for an obligatory photo op that had been set up in the fields.
This is Scotty's pose. He calls it his, "I'm hot and don't care to be photographed but I will stand here in silent protest" pose.
I'm not proud to say, but the behavior continues to present day.
And with that, we picked one tiny pepper --
We'll try again next year.
And yes, our current pumpkins are from the faux patch. Just as good as the real thing with a fraction of the work.