This past weekend we planned to just lay low at the house. Beanie was getting over his terrible cold and my cold was starting to get bad.
But then we woke up Saturday morning and said to hell with that plan and we loaded the car up for a day trip. In our defense, we wanted to go pick pumpkins and there just aren’t that many weekends left to do that in. Although, the fact that it was only about 35 degrees outside should have probably deterred us.
Good thing logic never plays much of role in this family’s decision making.
Lyman Orchards is one of my favorite parts about living in Connecticut. Nestled into the hills, it has the best view of the changing leaves in the fall.
You can pick apples and pumpkins this time of year, but it was so darn cold that we decided to pick a pumpkin and then just buy our apples at the Lyman Market. For those of you who don’t live in an area where apple or pumpkin picking are common, its pretty much as easy as it sounds. You go out into this huge field and just pick out what you want. Then you take your produce to this little cart that sits out in the middle of the field and you pay by the pound. Couldn’t be easier.
The pumpkin patch was up on this hill and the wind was whipping up there! It was already about 35 degrees outside, but that wind must have made it 10 degrees cooler. Beanie was freezing! So, we jumped out of the car, grabbed a couple pumpkins, took a few quick pictures, and jumped back in the car.
Once our quick, freezing photo session was over, we drove down the road a bit to the Lyman Orchards Market. Its where the orchard sells their produce that is already picked and ready for sale.
It is quite possibly my favorite place on earth.
My favorite part about my favorite place on earth are these:
Lyman Orchards HIGH TOP apple pies. HIGH TOP. As in extra filling stuffed in extra pie crust. Its just about the greatest thing you’ll ever eat in your life. I buy them at Thanksgiving and then tell people that I baked. Its a lie worthy to be told. But no one ever believes me. Probably because I serve it in the plastic container.
After I drooled over the apple pies and helped myself to a few samples of apple cider donuts. That’s right. Apple cider donuts. We headed out back to take some pictures with pumpkins that had already been picked.
And as I took pictures of Chris and Bean, my mind wandered back to this time a year ago. We had just found out that we were pregnant. I don’t even think I had told anyone yet. Chris and I drove up to Lyman Orchards one Saturday to pick our pumpkin and out in the pumpkin patch, I stuffed a pumpkin under my sweater and we laughed about how big I was going to get over the next nine months.
On the drive home we talked about the little Bean in my belly and all the fun things we’d get to do when he was here with us. We talked about starting our own family traditions, like pumpkin picking. And we laughed about how much life was going to change over the next year.
We just had no idea, did we?