So I went apple picking. I was going to write a poem about this adventure to go with the pictures, but then realized that there were too many pictures. Needless to say, if you can't already tell by the pictures, this was the perfect fall afternoon activity for me. Driving through wooded roads. Colors. Leaves. Apples. Nature. Pumpkins. I was in heaven.
We returned to April's house for rosemary roast with rice and zucchini. And then caramel apples. And laughter and rainbows and joy.
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