




Things we did at Sweetberry Farms: romped around in piles of pumpkins, ate pumpin ice cream, got lost in a cornfield maze, shared a burger and a hot dog, drank strawberry lemonade, used a haybale as a changing table, petted goats, took a hayride, picked a cupful of zinnias for a dollar, milked a fake cow, got sunburned.
Things we COULD have done, but didn't: paint a pumpkin, stuff a scarecrow, eat a sausage-on-a-stick, ride a pony. There's always next year...
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