First Taste of Fall

 

 

 

  Of course, I would wear a wool beret on a 74 degree, slightly humid day. That didn't really stop me from expressing myself from the fact I was going apple picking this morning. After being woken up by my mom, announcing we were going to Butternut Farm with friends, I had quite a clear picture enter my mind of what I wanted to wear (seldom does this happen) regardless of the weather (..always seems to happen). So there I was strolling down the isles of apples with smells of cinnamon doughnut and baked pie wafting through the air (fresh from the farm shoppe), my younger brothers weaving between the trees and I, snapping away my camera. It was the most perfect overcast day and later on the sun decided to peak through. We came home with 52 lbs. of honey crisp apples. {Though I am a granny smith lover at heart.}

{Lauryn}