I’m happy to report that fall has finally arrived in New England. It seems like it’s taken longer this year, and the trees — though still very green — are starting to show signs of the changing season. It’s cool enough now to keep the windows open most of the day, which always sends a new burst of energy through our house. Fresh air is a magical thing, and it’s a good day when we can open the windows and let that magical fall air inside.
If we ever leave Boston, I’m sure I’ll spend the rest of my years feeling a touch of nostalgia for this place as soon as the leaves start to change. Maybe it’s the weather, maybe it’s the foliage or maybe it’s because I’ve watched our kids grow so much in our time here. I get weirdly weepy looking back at pictures from our apple-picking adventures of yesteryear. Beany was so tiny! Bear was so tiny! How did they suddenly grow into these tall kids who climb ladders and eat apples like it’s their job?!? I mean, Beany was only four months older than Bear is now when we took our first trip to Honey Pot Hill two years ago. It feels like forever ago and yesterday all at the same time. Life is busy, but time is crazy fast, and there’s nothing like a yearly tradition to remind you that those babies don’t stay babies for long.
Because fall means apple picking, here’s a look at this year’s trip (check out apple picking 2014 here and 2013 here). We brought home an insane amount of apples, so I have plenty of recipes to share soon!
Happy fall, y’all!