(I just love saying "autumnal" and "equinox." "Autumnal" sounds like something Tigger would make up if he were trying to be fancy and the Latin of "equinox" is just great.)
The Autumnal Equinox seemed like a great excuse to go apple picking, so we headed out to Tougas Farm in Northborough, MA. I had a great time; I think we all did.
Those Tougas Farm people are no dummies. Almost as soon as you step onto the farm, they sell you an apple cider doughnut or three, which was fine by us. Look at this joy!
Last year, Frances would eat about two bites of an apple cider doughnut. Sacrilege! This year, she ate all but two bites. The kid's learning.
Then those Tougas Farm people give you a hay ride to the apples. Frances Elliott loves her some hay rides, and picking apples wasn't too bad either.
Here she is inspecting her plunder:
Then those Tougas Farm people provide a hay bale for some photo ops. They really know what they're doing. Frances begged to get up on the hay bale and then practiced her flying, while staying seated.
To leave the apple picking area, Tougas Farm guests must walk past the pumpkins. So, guess what? We bought a pumpkin. Frances insisted on buying the smallest one she could find. We didn't understand her choice, but we certainly didn't fight it either.
Then Frances had her first caramel-covered apple, but we didn't get a photo of that because we were too busy eating our own lunch.
Really fun day. I think days like this make the cooler weather worth it. Mark would shiver and disagree. So far we've made apple sauce and an apple pie with our apples. I think an apple galette is next up. Yum.
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