I don't know if it's the needed change of seasons or the excuse to wear cable-knit sweaters, but I always find myself welcoming crispy leaves and hot cocoa with open arms. The epitome of Fall is often found at one of our favorite places where tractor-drawn hay rides, perfect jack-o-lantern primed-pumpkins, and the consumption of more than the necessary amount of apple cider can be found. Rocky Creek Farm is a quaint little place where restless school children and parents at their wits end can go to unwind.
Between the ride on the tractor to the pumpkin patch and the making of freshly pressed apple cider, you would think a group full of two and three-year-olds would have finally met their match. Au Contraire, my dear friends--no such thing occurred. The group was still going strong until the end--Brecken even managed to find the only mud hole in a fifty mile radius.
Here's to pumpkin carving, steaming hot drinks, pompom knit beanies, and frosty mornings. Welcome, Fall! Stay a while, why don't cha?