Saturday, September 27, 2014


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We've both been itchin' to go pickin' since the first night that the temperature dipped below 60 degrees. Pat had his boots out and dusted off two weeks and I had been eyeing up the corduroy for a few days days myself.

I saw that a few friends had found an adorable farm full of old heavy trees that wasn't far from my great aunt's house in Mullica Hill. When I was younger, we used to always visit in the fall and I remembered it being such a magical place. There was a civil war reenactment every year, and thick clouds of warm perfumed smoke would billow behind the cute storybook cottages and estates. I remember walking down Main Street holding my grandma's hand or sitting pop-pop's shoulders, looking at the harvest goodies the vendors bought from their local farms and businesses. I was so excited to be able to go with Pat and to share a little bit of my families tradition with him.

And to start our own. Neither of us had ever been apple picking before and it was such a fun experience! I can't wait to go again next year! There are so many possibilities for our little harvest; boozy apple cider and apple butter are at the top of the list.

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It was so nice to have a day together and to be outside in the burgeoning fall breeze --and to drink warm mulled cider while wandering through some of the most gorgeous antique stores either of us has ever been in. I've been so busy that it was nice to just turn everything off for a day and fully enjoy the company of each other--and a few ol' trees.
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