going to the apple tree farm has been a tradition for me since before max was born. i would travel there with my sisters and their little ones and couldn't wait to bring max in on it once he came around.
fall just doesn't seem to be complete without a visit there to take a hayride, eat an apple off of a tree, get lost and panic a little in the corn maze, pine over apple fritters and popcorn and root beer, or leave smelling real fine...like all the goodness of the season and fresh air and warm sugar donuts.
this was matt's first time going..and he did real swell.
next thing to check off the fall list i forced upon him: