Drew’s work schedule has been so intense lately, we hadn’t really done any of the fall traditions we love. But Sunday he checked the hours of our favorite apple orchard and realized we had exactly an hour and a half until they closed for the season. So we forewent naps, threw the kids in the car, and burned rubber. It was the perfect afternoon (somehow) even with sleep deprived children/husband.
They had the sweetest flock of sheep, who were happy to eat clover out of the girls’ hands. We snacked, climbed a rock or two, and called it a day.
Juniper has decided we’ll make the apples into applesauce, although we did use a few for an apple-rhubarb coffee cake yesterday. She insisted on tasting every ingredient, including the baking soda, vanilla, salt, and cinnamon. The cinnamon was the only one she would admit was not delicious on it’s own. She got a good mouthful of it; her face was really priceless, but she took it like a champ.
Anyways. Fall, right? Man.