Fall (fawl), n. A time of year where the apples are crisper, the kitchen smells sweeter, and friends get closer.

"Fall (fawl), n. A time of year where the apples are crisper, the kitchen smells sweeter, and friends get closer." | by South Ranch Creative | www.southranchcreative.beccagrogan.com

My first time ever picking apples from a tree! 

 

Sometimes the sweetest adventures are only two minutes down the road. I’ve lived just down the road from Larriland Farm since I was five years old, and since going off to college, it has become a place of nostalgia and sweet memories for me that I will always cherish. Back when I was a wee brownie Girl Scout, I had the good fortune of having a troop leader whose family owned the farm and lived on the property. Many a fall weekends we spent down at the farm, taking hay rides through the woods filled with wooden storybook characters, and sleeping out near the fields, playing charades and roasting far too many marshmallows.

 

As I grew older, my trips to the farm grew less frequent. We would go to pick pumpkins in autumn. Sometimes berries in the summer when friends were visiting. And then I went off to college, leaving my cozy little home down behind for four long years. I think being away developed a longing in me to go back, re-live those wonderful memories at the farm even though I hadn’t been in so long before leaving when I was still home and had the chance to. Sometimes it’s good to leave a place you call home for some time, even if you are happy there. Because when you return, you return with a renewed sense of awe and appreciation for what you do have. I’ve found that this applies to most aspects of life.

 

So this chilly autumn morning, my mom and I hopped in the car and drove down to Larriland before the gates open at 9. There was frost on the ground, and the air was crisp, but the sun was shining brightly for our adventure. We were warned that if we didn’t show up early, 30 minutes early to be exact, all of the apples would be picked by the time we arrive. We kind of looked at each other, both with a sense of skepticism, but followed instructions anyway with faith that the kind workers there knew better than we did. And they were right. We arrived 25 minutes early, and were already 8th in line to go to the apple orchard. By the time 9AM rolled around, there were probably 50 cards lined up in Larriland’s main parking lot to avoid backing up on route 94 which the farm is located off of.

 

The pick of the day: Pink Lady and Gold Rush apples. We got 50lbs of them.

 

"Fall (fawl), n. A time of year where the apples are crisper, the kitchen smells sweeter, and friends get closer." | by South Ranch Creative | www.southranchcreative.beccagrogan.com

View of the main barn from across Larriland’s lake, a central attraction to this pick-your-own farm.

"Fall (fawl), n. A time of year where the apples are crisper, the kitchen smells sweeter, and friends get closer." | by South Ranch Creative | www.southranchcreative.beccagrogan.com

Sunlight poured through the trees as pickers rushed to get the best apples they could find. 

"Fall (fawl), n. A time of year where the apples are crisper, the kitchen smells sweeter, and friends get closer." | by South Ranch Creative | www.southranchcreative.beccagrogan.com"Fall (fawl), n. A time of year where the apples are crisper, the kitchen smells sweeter, and friends get closer." | by South Ranch Creative | www.southranchcreative.beccagrogan.com"Fall (fawl), n. A time of year where the apples are crisper, the kitchen smells sweeter, and friends get closer." | by South Ranch Creative | www.southranchcreative.beccagrogan.com"Fall (fawl), n. A time of year where the apples are crisper, the kitchen smells sweeter, and friends get closer." | by South Ranch Creative | www.southranchcreative.beccagrogan.com"Fall (fawl), n. A time of year where the apples are crisper, the kitchen smells sweeter, and friends get closer." | by South Ranch Creative | www.southranchcreative.beccagrogan.com"Fall (fawl), n. A time of year where the apples are crisper, the kitchen smells sweeter, and friends get closer." | by South Ranch Creative | www.southranchcreative.beccagrogan.com"Fall (fawl), n. A time of year where the apples are crisper, the kitchen smells sweeter, and friends get closer." | by South Ranch Creative | www.southranchcreative.beccagrogan.com

Next to the main barn, a couple of goats enjoy the attention from the crowds of visitors that flock to Larriland each weekend int the fall. 

"Fall (fawl), n. A time of year where the apples are crisper, the kitchen smells sweeter, and friends get closer." | by South Ranch Creative | www.southranchcreative.beccagrogan.com"Fall (fawl), n. A time of year where the apples are crisper, the kitchen smells sweeter, and friends get closer." | by South Ranch Creative | www.southranchcreative.beccagrogan.com

I’ve said this several times recently, that I think sometimes animals understand me better than people do.

 

Next time you think you need to travel hours to have a good adventure, look at whats around you. The places you pass by every day but have never stopped at or been too. The places beyond the edge of the woods. The places you went as a child. You just might discover something new.

 

Happy Halloween, y’all!

 

Keep exploring.
-B

 


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