I haven't posted in a while, I haven't read a book in a while, I haven't baked in awhile, I haven't done anything but take care of my family, plan for six grades, and continue my own education. I did however this last weekend partake in one of our family traditions: Apple hill. We pile into the car early in the morning and make the two hour drive over the hill to Camino (Placerville), California so we can pick our own pumpkins and apples, have fresh made cider, apple dumplings, apple pie, shredded beef sandwiches, take in the mountain air, and visit some great family farms. Of course we an buy pumpkins at the store, make our own cider, apple pie, and dumplings but there is something about getting out there and picking your own pumpkins, harvesting your own apples, and supporting local (okay, maybe not so local for me) farmers. We enjoy ourselves as a family, and, although the weather hasn't really changed, this little trip signifies a change in seasons for us, and a new phase of the year.
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