Today Grey and I took Ollie to Fifer Orchards out in Wyoming, Delaware for hayrides and pumpkin picking. Talk about the quintessential fall day: the were leaves beginning to turn, the sun was shining, and the apple cider was a-flowing. Plus there were donuts. I don’t know why, but a good cinnamon apple-confection really screams: IT’S AUTUMN!! to my brain and stomach. Yeah, we encountered some really obese and militant parking lot attendants (something about an orange flag and florescent bib can apparently make some farm women assume a Hitler complex), but all in all it was a good time.
Of course, any time I go to a farm, I must admit I’m a tad bit on edge. Nevermind the strong smell of horse manure or abundance of poor fitting denim coveralls — what creeps me out is the corn. Ever since I was in 7th grade and I read Stephen King’s short story, “Children of the Corn,” all the stalks kind of freak me out. Of course, reading about it was bad enough, but then I saw the movie and I’m sure I’ll probably fear that damn red haired Malachi chopping off my head with scythe until I’m ninety.
A small price to pay for learning to love to read, but a valid fear all the same! HAPPY FALL!