There is something so quintesential about apple picking in autumn that just makes me so happy and warm inside. I love leaving the hustle and bustle of day-to-day life behind and taking a pleasant, scenic drive to a country farm. It feels so good to be out in the open air and to connect with mother nature. Apple picking is like therapy for me.
This trip has been three years in the making. Last year, I finally got Alex to agree to go, albeit begrudgingly, and we made the hour long drive to the farm with a one and a half month old Lucia in tow. I had checked the farm's schedule online that morning and they said they were open for apple picking. Unfortunately, that was not the case and once we got there, we promptly had to turn around because apple picking had ended the day before and they had turned into a pumpkin patch. Boo.