Following dinner last night, we headed to one of our very favorite spots. A family farm that actually sold their produce and goods to my great grandparents corner grocery store in the 1940's! So happy that it is still there and has not ben developed like so, so many of our farms have been. We are lucky enough to have this wonderful farm minutes from our home. We browsed their beautiful pumpkins and gourds, all piled high.
But, browsing is not why we came to the farm.
We came to pick apples. Some of which I have already made into a Rustic Apple Tart. I could not wait to sink my teeth into a "just picked" apple. A certain five year old with a new hair cut could not wait either! She had two... in 10 minutes!
Little Man... with his new hair cut too, was off and running in the orchard! We picked a lot of apples. One and a half bushels exactly. Some for us and some to share with family and friends. We will be back for other varieties too... just as soon as they are ready! Onto the pumpkin patch, to pick our own of course! Little Man was helping me pick out my pumpkin.
Searching for, and examining potential, perfect pumpkins.
She had in her head, her idea of a perfect pumpkin. She took us all on a wild goose hunt for it too! Finally... found it. Perfection... just lying there not even needing to be cut. Pretty sure he had his sister's pumpkin confused with those tasty apples he had earlier. Meet the Pumpkin Family. Daddy, Mommy and our three little pumpkins! Why was I so hesitant to let simmer go when fall is surely one of the most beautiful times of year? Every season surly holds it's own unique magic. And we found fall's magic last night!