Apple Picking!

Our New England fall fun continues!

I dragged poor Matt and Oliver to an orchard in rural RI this afternoon for pick-your-own apples and pumpkins.  We packed a picnic lunch, a diaper bag, and a sweet baby in a wrap and bear cub hat and drove north through hills of changing leaves and trees quickly becoming bare.  We took deep breaths of fresh fall air and shrugged off the house cleaning we had planned to do today.

We filled our bag and our bellies with red & yellow delicious apples in the orchard and picked out our perfect pumpkins for the front stoop.

Oliver got a million comments, of course.  Just look at this face.

I know that he won't remember these moments in his first year of life, but I will.  And we'll have the photos and memories that we've made to share with him to catch up to the time when he will remember.
  

 

We're certainly doing our best to milk fall for all it's worth this year.  Knowing that it's a matter of time before leaves of orange and gold turn to bare branches and cool evenings shift into snowy days, we've chosen to seize autumn and enjoy it.  And so far, we're definitely doing just that.