Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Today we drove in separate cars to a pumpkin patch on a dairy farm about an hour away. We all wore masks, except the baby, but our three year old grandson kept his on and his distance, bless his heart. The farm was well structured for social distancing and everyone was masked. Our grandson loved the hay maze and the pyramids of hay to climb, and there were cows and calves and goats. We took a long leisurely time to choose pumpkins in the field, and were pleased with our selections. I bought homemade ice cream for our grandson and my husband, and the baby tried to eat handfuls of hay. The cows were very sweet and friendly, and a huge black one, almost the size of an elephant, named Bruno delighted me. We packed up our pumpkins and said goodbye to each other, relieved we had managed to have a fun outing full of Halloween cheer despite the covid. I was so happy for our grandson. He knew he was supposed to pick pumpkins, and we succeeded in doing so. He kept his tiny white pumpkin in his hands, proud and pleased. And he picked out one for daddy too.