The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.
Autumn by E Dickinson
With no school for Ethan and a day off for Keith it worked out for us to travel up to farm country to a great apple orchard this morning. Ethan and I had visited this farm two years ago on his preschool class field-trip and I have wanted to return since then.
The best parts, of course, are the apples, the pumpkins and the animals, but there are quite a few additional attractions to occupy kids including a large corn maze, a mountain of hay to climb, the train ride out to the orchards and all manner of fresh fall goodies to sample.
4 comments:
I loved browsing your photos from the orchard. I am glad you found that it was Blakes, I thought it was Westview. It looks like you guys had a great day. Great pics, sorry, I went comment crazy.
yeah, give me a couple trinkets and I'll be fine...lovely pics:)
Great poem...and I love those kind of farms where they have animals and rides and mazes and produce. We live in an area of fertile valleys, and there are quite a few of those around. I wanted to do it Saturday, but cider squeezing and hayrides will be available NEXT Saturday.
Those were great pictures! Stocking up on lots of great childhood memories...
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