Apple Hill

The smell of cinnamon in the air mingling with fresh pine. It doesn't get much better than that. Especially when coupled with perfect temperature weather (the kind where it is cool just walking around, but all warm when you are in the sun) and fall treats!

I finally got to go with some friends to Apple Hill, almost exactly a month after I posted about it.

And of course I got wayy too much stuff when all I ought to have gotten was apple cider. That stuff is the best.

I totally hung out with the tin man+heart, and met some wolves*, visited a pumpkin patch, met some scarecrows, and pranced around an apple orchard.




*they looked exactly like big bear-like fluffy dogs that I just wanted to hug and squeeze and baby all day

My friends are awesomely quirky.

All in all, a wonderful day.