Fall Break fell at the perfect time on the old calendar this year. The stars aligned and Grandma's Fall Break coincided with ours, and Daddy-o's work schedule was flexible, and everyone had a couple of days to relax together before we got up before the sunrise to hunt.
So of course, we filled our plate with other worthy fall activities...
We hit up the orchards in Notom and picked apples. Our harvest is sweet & crisp and the fallen fruit of the orchards created that tangy, cidery scent of overripe apple juice fermenting in the fields. The day was perfect. The last taste of summer and the first hint of fall in the breeze.
We fell a tree and cut it into stumps, one of which will be used in our new little man's nursery. Having a little piece of our favorite mountain in his living space makes me nothing short of giddy.
We practiced our wheeler skills in Grandpa's backyard x 17 rounds. Dax may or may not be completely obsessed with "little red" and can start it on his own, shift on his own, park it like a champ, and drive like a wild man.
Oh Fall - you're all right in our book. And we'll be hitting up a pumpkin patch near you very soon, so though I try to talk myself out of becoming a walking fall cliche - I'm not too successful just yet.
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