Saturday, October 4, 2014

Carter Mountain

I love the change of seasons. Summer crisping into fall. Fall cooling into winter. Winter warming in to spring. Spring splashing into summer. The first few weeks of new temperatures and new season-specific activities makes me giddy. After the first few weeks, I generally start complaining about being too hot/cold/rainy/windy/busy/blah/blah/blah, but those first few weeks! Those are always exciting.

In a lot of ways, I feel like I missed our summer this year. I'll write more about that in another post, but I mention it because this year when summer started turning into fall, instead of feeling excited, I felt sad. Sad that summer was over already, sad that preschool and new routines were starting, and sad because I felt like there were so many things that I meant to do this summer that I just plain didn't do.

Of course, this is completely unacceptable, because I love fall! I've always loved fall! I WANT TO LOVE THE FALL.

I was not happy with my pouty, cranky self and I really wanted to snap out of it already. So, we did a bunch of fall-ish things to kick the season off, and hopefully snap me out of the grumpies.

We went back-to-school shopping (because retail therapy seriously works), we put up fall & halloween decorations, we collected leaves and acorns (whiles wearing shorts and tank tops, because fall has been pretty slow in dipping the temperatures), and we went to Carter Mountain to pick apples.

Despite living in Virginia my whole life, this was my first time going to Carter Mountain. It did not disappoint. The views were astounding, the apples were sweet and fresh, and the apple cider doughnuts? Let's just say we should have gotten TWO dozen.

We went with family- Justin, Lauren, Asher, Whit, & Mary Catherine and Dan.  Which of course, makes Henry and Maggie insane with joy at the prospect of spending the day with WHIT! BABY ASHER! MY UNCLES! AUNTIES! BUT, ESPECIALLY, WHIT!
After taking this adorable picture, I yelled "Maggie, Whit, give each other a hug!" Which they did because they love each other.
And then, while attempting their clumsy toddler hug at the top of a rather steep slope, they toppled onto that sign behind them, then over the sign and onto the ground, and then poor Whitmel did a couple extra backwards somersaults down the hill.

Oops. Sorry kiddos. My bad.

Once everyone had received from the traumatic hug, apple picking we went!

So apparently, the rule is you're allowed to eat the apples while you're picking, as long as you're reasonable about it. Which I think means, like, don't take one bite and then toss it away. Or maybe, don't eat 15 apples, or something like that. It was vague...


I'm not sure that we followed the rule. Henry and Maggie probably ate at least 5 apples each. And that's a conservative estimate. The rest of us had a few too... I'm sure our crowd killed twenty apples or so before making it off the hill.







It was a lovely day in a lovely place with lovely people. And even though it was super hot outside, it did make me feel like fall was on it's way. And, more importantly, that it was okay for it to come.

1 comment:

  1. you didn't get a picture of the over-the-sign-tumble hug?
    what kind of mommy blogger are you!?

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