apple tree farm

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: 

pumpkin carving.

apple of my eye

we spent our sunday at the apple tree farm...getting lost in orchard rows and hunting for the perfect apple to steal and ration into 3's.

i got lipstick smeared all over my face (which is what happens when i eat apples) and the only thing missing was solitude and a good book. (no offense to my boys)

there's something about an apple tree that begs for me to climb and read up in it.

p.s. sorry for the absence, friends. the week slipped right out of my fingers. i'll have more fruit farm pictures tomorrow. tonight is devoted to sewing up halloween costumes, washing hair, and a little harry and the hendersons with max.