Friday, September 21, 2007

welcome fall

our first trip to apple hill for the season...mikie and mom and i ventured over last sunday and it was not crowded and we tried not to hog out and had laugh attacks by the fish pond and made ridiculous faces while eating caramel apples. well, okay, really mikie is the only one who made scary faces. anyway we saw mom's friend misty with her husband allen there, oddly enough, (they always seem a bit bewildered by us) and we sampled fresh homemade caramel corn and bought a huge box of gala apples.

it is getting more and more crowded up there in those hills on weekends now....i drove up today and one thing i think is weird...no pumpkin patches!!?? is it still too early, or did something go wrong this season? it wouldn't surprise me if it was just too dry.

speaking of which, i am in love with the little bits of nice cold rain we've had this week. wednesday night i was in heaven. tonight is the autumnal equinox. and i am so ready for nice cozy curl-up-by-the-fire, apple pie making, pumpkin carving, reading good books FALL TIME!




4 comments:

AdieSpringB said...

Could barely get out of bed this morning, what with the sound of rain through the open window, and Art's feet being so warm, and the big down comforter snargled in around us. I love it! Real Fall! Came early this year... (for now at least) See you tomorrow I hope!

heather said...

supposedly next week is back to 85. we'll see, but if so it's definitely OFF with the SWEATERS. yeah, going to work at 5:30 am on a dark cold morning is not what one wishes. i can't wait for our first fire in the fireplace. i love the clouds and rain and socks and heater in the car!

Amy Beatty said...

That is one place I'm dying to go. It doesn't feel right. It cannot be fall, but it is. and that is why my whole heart and soul ache for Apple Hill. I'm glad you guys got to go. Just so jealous. I need Apple hill goodies .

Mikie Beatty said...

I went to work at 5:30 this morning, and yesteday, and nothing is more incredible to watch with tired eyes than a sunrise glowing baby blue and gold over misty trees on a mountain highway, driving 15 feet off the ground in a massive jankley-rattling truck with wide slide side doors and a smell of old oil loud gasoline. That was me at 5:30 this morning. Oh yeah, and an interesting person sitting raised next to you with legs crossed, watching with another tired smile at the open empty road.