Fall Farm Days

“When I grow up, I’m gonna be just a dad and a farmer.” Gamma’s Grandson

Bubba’s Low-Key. Smart. Handsome. Happy. Love’s his Momma. A Good Boy. For the longest time (he’s four), Bubba just wanted to be a dad. Not a ninja. Not Spider-Man. Not a policeman. Not a fireman. Just a dad. This ‘just a dad’ idea interested Gamma. She thought about it for a bit and then a bit more. After careful consideration, Gamma concluded…

Bubba’s a thinker, a tinkerer, a real class clown. He’s also part of a “dad village”. Bubba sees the comings and goings of several dad role models. His Dad is funny and makes him laugh. Always a jokester. His best friend’s Dad is an adventurer. Go carts. Four wheelers. Fast rides. His Papa fixes things with his tools. Appliances. Bikes. Stuff around the house. It’s no wonder he wants to be ‘just a dad.’ Until he took a trip to Garrett Farms.



Cooler weather’s on its way,
Crazy talk spoken today.
Higher temps feel like the 80s
Beach balls, bare feet, ukuleles.


It’s a beautiful day to be outside.
No rain. Few clouds. It might be wise.
To scroll the net to find events.
Family activities for ladies and gents.



‘Ding, Ding, Ding’ Garrett Farms wins.
Animals, hayrides, fun with friends.
Let’s climb aboard Gamma’s bright red truck.
Baby in the middle, buckle seats, giddy-up!

Once they arrive go through the market
The Grands blast off like a human rocket.
“Slow down,” Gamma said with a look so serious.
“No rush, stay close, don’t be too curious.”



Open the doors to a colorful sight
Red, yellow, purple, green, orange and white
An array of veggies but what’s white?
Vanilla ice cream. Alright. Alright. Alright.



Gamma’s excited to see field peas.
Purple hull, crowder, lady cream, what a treat.
The sweet little lady, so delicate and mild
Everybody loves them, even a hard–to–please child.
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Pay the admission for children and adults.
In a few minutes, we’ll be having a ball.
Through the doors, get a stamp on the hand.
“It’s a perfect Star,” said Gam’s li’l man.

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What’s green, blue, yellow, and red (read) all over?
A newspaper? Gam looks over her shoulder.
It’s a tall balloon full of compressed air.
Climb the ladder, slide down, and add some flair.

​Gam knows bouncy houses never get old
The Grands jump, bump, spin, turn and roll. 
One more tumble down the slide, here we go. 
On to the next big event ‘Cheerio!’


Food-filled cups for the animals to nibble
Corn, oats, and hay make an animal kibble.
The first goat seen appears to be stuck
Between the checkered fence standing in the muck.



Sis gets closer and tries to help
The black billy goat who’s starting to yelp.
After a minute, he pulls out his head
Waiting patiently, ready to be fed.

​More goats come to eat except a few
Some are as full as a tick on a mule.
The hogs are sleeping and snoring on their back.
Tiptoe around and give the dog a Scooby snack.



Piglets snort and run around.
They’re so silly when they leap off the ground.
One wants a pet and a roll in the mud
Next to the pigs, a cow chews his cud.



After the animals' bellies are full
On to the next tent to see what’s cool.
The Grands get excited as they peek in
It’s a fall harvest corn sensory bin.

​One tosses the ball while the other gets buried
Make a corn angel everybody seems so merry.
Baby Brother gets impatient ‘cause he wants in
Takes off his shoes, stands up, and climbs the bin.


All of the Grands are laughing and smiling
Could this be heaven? Gam’s face is shining.
Heaven is joyful. That’s what they say
Perpetual happiness much like today.



The Grands are thirsty. So is Gam.
Head to the market and try to slam
Cool drinks down the hatch to quench thirst
Not too much, don’t want to burst!



Ice cream time, Sis wants vanilla.
Bubba wants a swirl. Baby Brother a banana.
Pick up the snacks, and grab an apple on the way. 
It’s so hot, take a seat, and avoid the fray.

​Pumpkin-picking time is quite a thrill.
They’ve done this before. They know the drill.
Choose your color, shape, and size.
Place it in the cart and collect your prize.



Pay for the pumpkins, load the truck
Squeeze them in and with some luck
Plenty of room for produce too
Peppers, peas, canned tomatoes for stew.



Grands want to jump in the corn again.
It tickles toes when it touches the skin.
Too much fun it’s hard to stop
Look, there’s cornhole, and off they hop.

​After a few more games time to go
Take the tractor, tour the farm, and grab a hoe.
Candied apples, flavored honey in sticks
Bite off the plastic, squeeze firmly, and have a lick.


Don’t forget the maze made out of straw
One could get lost if not very tall.
Play hide and seek, run into dead ends
A few steps backward and try again.

​​Gam asked the question, “What was the best  part?”
“Corn bins,” shouted the Grands, soon to depart. 
Fall Farm Days are a peaceful way to begin
The holiday season Giddy-up, Yeehaw, Amen.