Okay, it’s official. I like fall.
I never used to. I know it’s like American sacrilege not to like fall. It got the cold shoulder from me by default. Fall is winter’s best friend. And I hate winter. So I have to dislike fall, right?
But I cannot deny my love for fall anymore. It’s so perfect this year. The tops of the trees are toasted by the autumn sun. The crunchy leaves that float to the ground are the butter of the season.
What can I say? I guess it finally melted into my heart.
And the boys have been just darling lately. Not that they aren’t always darling. But it seems all the extra activities and fresh air have lifted their itty bitty spirits.
With each new experience comes little pointing fingers and exclamations of discovery. An excitement and wanting that only a new season can bring. If people were to ask me what’s so amazing about being a parent. I would tell them that you get to explore your world, your earth, all over again. But with a pair of new eyes that just happen to be closer to the ground.
On this day, we went to a farm on the outskirts of the city. Brigham discovered some hens there.
I followed Landon into the beautiful apple orchard atop a hill.
Most of the trees had already been picked clean. But that didn’t stop Landon from looking.
Speaking of discoveries. Brigham discovered the hard way that a pumpkin is not a sandwich.
Awhile later, Brigham let us know that it was time for a tractor ride. He was very excited, indeed.
Off we went in search of the perfect pumpkins.
Suddenly, the fields were spotted with hundreds of orange dots!
It was a good one.
We may have cheated a bit for Briggy’s sake and let him choose from the country store. He may or may not have caused a pumpkin avalanche when he started rolling them down the hill. In his defense it was hilarious.
And so our fall day at the red barn farm has come and gone. I have no idea why I tried so hard not to like fall. But I can’t fight this feeling anymore. I’ve forgotten what I started fightin’ for.
When we left I asked Landon if he knew why all the leaves were falling off the trees. He said, “Because it’s fall!” So I asked him if he knew what season comes after fall. He thought about it awhile and then his eyes lit up with a very loud answer, “CHRISTMASSSSS!!!”
On second thought, let’s just stick with fall for a little bit longer.