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.
Oops. Sorry kiddos. My bad.
Once everyone had received from the traumatic hug, apple picking we went!
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.