Because it's fall, part 1
It's fall, y'all. We take it seriously around here. Beloved traditions are etched quickly and permanently into our already-full iPhone calendars, and the meal plan reads, simply, soup.
All the soup. Five different recipes over three weeks so far. Like a kid in a candy store is Mama with a soup pot. My newest obsession: sweet potato corn chowder. It's like a hug.
No, suddenly hungry girl, this post is not about soup.
Traditions. Always, always one of our adventures is reserved for a farm. We did try somewhere new this year, Yoder's Farm in Rustburg. An absolutely gorgeous place with animals to pet, water pump duck races, a corn kernel crib, hayrides, pumpkin patch, and best of all, a ten-acre corn maze. Fall at its finest.
It was a group effort, but for the first time in three years, we made it from beginning to end of the corn maze. Last few times we've gotten lost and ended up coming out at the entrance. Older and wiser, I suppose, we walked probably two miles and in under an hour, completed the entire path.
We did go on a hayride, but it was so crowded I couldn't get any pictures. Rode past pumpkin fields and soybean fields and honeybee hives and strawberry fields. Maybe we'll do a spring adventure to pick some strawberries.
We had a great time, and the boys chose some very nice looking pumpkins to help fall up our front porch. This year's carving session went much better than last year's. Trey decided to embrace the pumpkin's natural beauty, and Aden jumped right in there to help degoop and carve. That is, until he started using the knife to stab the front yard.
You take what you can get. In this case, four sweet little punkins and a renewed love for autumn.
All the soup. Five different recipes over three weeks so far. Like a kid in a candy store is Mama with a soup pot. My newest obsession: sweet potato corn chowder. It's like a hug.
No, suddenly hungry girl, this post is not about soup.
Traditions. Always, always one of our adventures is reserved for a farm. We did try somewhere new this year, Yoder's Farm in Rustburg. An absolutely gorgeous place with animals to pet, water pump duck races, a corn kernel crib, hayrides, pumpkin patch, and best of all, a ten-acre corn maze. Fall at its finest.
It was a group effort, but for the first time in three years, we made it from beginning to end of the corn maze. Last few times we've gotten lost and ended up coming out at the entrance. Older and wiser, I suppose, we walked probably two miles and in under an hour, completed the entire path.
We did go on a hayride, but it was so crowded I couldn't get any pictures. Rode past pumpkin fields and soybean fields and honeybee hives and strawberry fields. Maybe we'll do a spring adventure to pick some strawberries.
We had a great time, and the boys chose some very nice looking pumpkins to help fall up our front porch. This year's carving session went much better than last year's. Trey decided to embrace the pumpkin's natural beauty, and Aden jumped right in there to help degoop and carve. That is, until he started using the knife to stab the front yard.
You take what you can get. In this case, four sweet little punkins and a renewed love for autumn.
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