I fully admit it this -- Morgan and I aren't the easiest to please when it comes to crowds. Most of the time we're low on patience and high on the hangries. We still go plenty of places where we have to fight crowds, we do live in the city after all, but it's nice on those rare occasions when we find perfect places for us.
It's officially fall in Minnesota, hot afternoons follow chilly mornings. The leaves are changing and the days are rapidly getting shorter. To celebrate Morgan and I recently went to pick apples.
Perfection.
We found a lovely little farm -- Whistling Well Farm -- and had a blast. As we wandered around we actually got to pick {and eat} apples! We didn't have to fight for parking or feel guilty about sitting in the car as our two children both napped {a miracle!}
They had chickens, turkeys, dogs and donkeys to see and pet! All for free! Then, I got to eat the best apple I've ever had in my life with the 3 people I love most in this world.
Perfection.
We have very few days just as a family of four, so these times are special. We finished off the day with a walk along the Mississippi River watching barges haul goods.
The evening ended with a cold rain, a hard cider, and, just one more apple.
Perfection.
{This post is not sponsored in any way. The fine folks at Whistling Well Farm have no idea who I am or that I have eaten most of the pumpkin butter I've purchased while there.}
