Since I was a kid, fall has included a trip to Apple Hill in California.
Where apple fritters are perfectly acceptable for breakfast.
And picking the perfect pumpin takes time.
Riding horses is a special event for little princesses.
The largest pumpkins are perfect for picture posing with Grandma.
The husband and I take advantage of another adult around so that we can get a picture of us.
It’s good family time (even if I look stupid in this picture).
I think everyone had fun. Mostly.
And I made my very first Dutch apple pie thanks to my Grandma who shared her recipe.