Apple and pumpkin picking this weekend at Meadowbrook Farm.My poor attempt at juggling was shadowed by Matthew’s skills.
Pumpkin patches at Meadowbrook Farm.
Clovers at Meadowbrook Farm (and a little prep for Ireland).
Misty morning on the Appalachian Trail, New York.
It was time. We were both itching for nature. You know, trees and stuff. It was Thursday and we were set on camping that weekend so neither of us would explode. I’d say things went well.
In the morning, and after a night of rain, we woke up to the most beautiful, misty morning I’ve ever seen. Matthew had to force me to leave and go back to the real world.