With it officially being September 1st, I feel like it's safe to dip a toe into the pumpkin spice latte that is Fall. Ok, that sounds disgusting and I don't even like those things. Pretend I didn't attempt something clever.
This week my parents, Ryan, and I took Olivia to my favorite apple orchard from when I was a kid, Treworgy Farms. They have the requisite apple trees and corn maze, as well as some goats to pet and feed, and a hayride if that's your thing. She just about keeled over with happiness when she got to feed the goats and has taken tiny nibbles out of nearly every apple in the 1/2 bushel we took home.
I've always secretly been terrified of corn mazes since my lack of a sense of direction is second to none, but figured I should probably get a real problem and tough it out. I obviously hustled right over to sign the "hall of fame" in the middle to celebrate that four full grown adults didn't get lost in a children's maze.
Ever since, she's been cupping her hand to show me how she fed the goats. She likes to fill that hand with milk, cereal, whatever will most easily spill, for her reenactments.
With it officially being "Fall" (or at least a Fall month), I'm feeling a little excited for one of my favorite seasons. Granted we don't get the crisp, cool air and gorgeous foliage in Texas that got me hooked on Fall in the first place, but I'm all about the back to school shopping, the sense of renewed structure, and a cider scented candle on the mantle. Just wait until October hits and I'll get really crazy on you. Between my birthday, our engagement anniversary, and tiny little costumes coming to life, my inner basic just might be at its happiest.