My first-place-winning (thank you, thank you) pie made from the apples we picked. The prize? A two-inch plastic trophy from the Dollar Store, now proudly displayed atop my cluttered microwave.
We strolled down the dirt road to pick our own pumpkins.
Pressing cider the old-fashioned way, from core to cup in less than a minute.
The cousins enjoying some chili—probably mixed with some dirt and hay, which is good. Kids need plenty of fiber and minerals.
Carving the aforementioned pumpkins. Digging out the guts was the most entertaining part.
About to head back home.
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