Years ago, pregnant with our first babe, we got a sample of true autumn--the way the northeast experiences the season. There is nothing like fall foliage and crisp temps. We enjoyed the most fabulous afternoon wandering and tasting apples at a charming orchard. And there began our family tradition of an annual trip to the apple orchards and pumpkin farms.
While we don't always get to wear fall clothes (most years we're in rainbows) or even have a chill in the air (what's with 87 degrees in late October?!), we still enjoy the spirit of the season. We're big on tradition around here and this is one of our favorites.
Care to wander down memory lane with me?
As with any tradition, some years are better than others. This year's crop must be experiencing the recession along with the rest of us. Slim pickin's. Plus my crew is a little worn for wear.
Last year's visit to this same farm was quite different (remember my posts here, here, here and here?). But that's how traditions go. As wrote and compulsory as it may seem to drive out to a pumpkin farm, the experience is always a unique one and I'm grateful for each and every one.
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3 comments:
Love that picture from our Boston trip! Maybe next year??
I think you get better with age... every year you get prettier!
I really loved that trip and think of it every since. Let's go back!
You are sweet. Miss you!
Love the pictures....Sooo cute
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