The girls help with early September raking
Honey crisp apples & apple cider donuts
We hit Crane’s in Fennville for our annual trip to get apples (well, this was our second trip in as many weeks, but the first since they were picking honey crisps). They had an incredible amount of honey crisp apples compared to previous years, and since it was a Friday, we were not fighting huge crowds like we have on weekends before. We got a wagon, which Leah pulled much of the time, and quickly got ourselves 40 pounds of apples, which have been eaten with (and without) caramel, juiced, and made into applesauce and smoothies ever since. Oh yeah, we got donuts too of course. And cider.
The beauty of Van Raalte Farm in the Fall
Our annual trip to Post Family Farm
We make a trip every October to Post Family Farm in Hudsonville to take part in all their fun activities, ride the hay wagon, and pick pumpkins to carve for Halloween. Oh, and of course, get glazed pumpkin donuts. And cider slushies.
The highlight of the day for me occurred while the girls were feeding the goats. There was some sort of parent group with kids in the same area, and they had those annoying stick-on name tags with the red border that says “Hello, my name is” above the white middle section. One of the dads had written this in the white portion of his name tag:
Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
How awesome is that?
Leah and Aly ran for the pumpkin train, but then Leah didn’t want to ride it. She did, however, want Aly to ride it. So Aly rode it. By herself. Which she had also done the very first time we were every there, when Aly was maybe two or three.
Last but not least
We had a visit from Grandpa Bill before he and I went to the Michigan game (post upcoming) and I got one good picture of him with Lele.
