Two years ago, Labor Day 2008. I am STILL getting that look on a daily basis. Things don't change much, do they?
A friend and I took Noah apple picking this past Labor Day and it was by far one of the best days he and I have had together. He loved running up and down the rows of trees, picking out the best apples to put in the bag, and devouring freshly baked apple cider donuts (deep-fried heaven, seriously).
He insisted on pulling the wagon for about a foot until
he was realized the odds were against him.
His thought process: Wait. You mean I can actually
PULL IT OFF THE TREE and NOT GET IN TROUBLE? Awesome!
I love this one. Just LOVE it.
He pulled on this one for a good five minutes
before it gave in and popped off the tree.
I'm pretty sure he almost fell flat on his butt.
The apples were soon forgotten once
he spied this tractor. Boys and their toys.
This weekend it's pumpkin pickin' time. And my birthday. Just in case you forgot. I sure love fall!
Tell me: what are your favorite fall activities? Are you an apple and pumpkin pickin' fiend like myself or do you prefer your fall weekends full of football and perhaps a pie? Oooooh pie...