We just got back from a weekend in Connecticut with some of Mark’s friends, and it’s finally official: it’s fall. Between the rapidly decreasing temperatures, the changing leaves, the apple picking and the abundance of pumpkins this weekend, there can really be no doubt.
It sometimes feels like you’re completely out of touch with nature in NYC (#HippieMoment), like you can actually lose sight of the season! Concrete doesn’t change colors, and the amount of Halloween holiday cheer in my building is minimal.
We got in Saturday morning and, after a quick lunch, decided to go apple picking. I had never actually been, so I was pretty excited. When Mark wanted to put me on his shoulders so we could reach the better fruit, I readily agreed.
About two minutes after these lovely photos were taken, it started to drizzle. We carried on, thinking we had driven all this way and surely the droplets would evaporate as soon as they landed…
We were deep into the orchards when the skies opened up. Without a word, we all turned and started sprinting for the cars, but it was far too late. By the time we got there, my hair was more wet than it is when I get out of the shower. I was able to wring out my shirt, removing some of the water, but the amigos were troopers to let us back in their car.
But before we left, we had to stand in line to pay for the apples. You can’t really tell in this photo, but we’re soaked:
That night, we had burgers (beef, but Mark also thought it would be fun if we tried emu, yak, and antelope!), and the next day at 6:45 a.m. the boys were out the door for pheasant hunting.
We, the ladies, had brunch and got our nails done before heading back to the city.
In all, it was a lovely “fall” weekend in Connecticut!