This is it folks: the day I finally got to do all of the stereotypical American fall things I’ve been prattling on about for the last month.
Last year, my senior year of high school, my father and I went out to a local orchard for an afternoon to pick pumpkins. As it turned out, we didn’t pick any pumpkins – by the time we went, I guess it was too late into the season and all of the good pumpkins were gone – but we did have a lot of fun wandering around, picking apples, and going through the corn maze.
Thus, being a sap for anything nostalgic, even if it’s only from a year ago, I requested that, when I went back for fall break, my father and I go back to the same orchard.
It was a rather different experience this time, though – we went on a Tuesday, when all of the Fayette County schools were still in session and all of the kids were stuck in classrooms doing work (heh, suckers), whereas last year, we went on a weekend, when it was super busy and crawling with children. Thus, it was pretty nice to be there when it was fairly quiet – I got to climb up on the jungle gym since there were no kids there, which was pretty sweet, and there was no line for the hay ride out to the pumpkin patch or the corn maze, which was also pretty sweet.
The best part of any farm adventure, in my opinion, is eating a caramel apple. I rambled on about my love of caramel apples for a while in a blog from a few days ago, so I’m not going to do that here, but allow me to say: a caramel apple from a farm is the best caramel apple you can get.
Also, if you don’t eat your caramel apples with nuts, I don’t know what you are (unless you have a peanut allergy – then it’s acceptable).
I don’t necessarily know how Kentucky farms compare to farms in Idaho or New York (or really anywhere else in the US, or the world), but if I had to make an overarching generalization based on little evidence and/or experience, I would have to say that Kentucky farms are the best in the world. There are hills, for one, which I know you don’t get in some parts of the Midwest (South Bend Indiana, I’m looking at you), and chances are, if you’re heading out to a farm in Kentucky in October, it’s probably still warm enough to go without a jacket.
I must say though – latitudes further North do have better leaf colors in October. I do suppose that would be one gripe about my farm adventure, that there wasn’t much color in the trees other than green and a touch of brown. It’s really odd, coming back to Kentucky after having been in Indiana, as the weather is so different, despite only being one state over.
This year, my father and I did manage to find some decently-sized, attractive, and carvable pumpkins at the orchard, so I will be sure to show you guys what our Jack-o-Lanterns turn out looking like as soon as we get them done. We also found some apples, a bale of hay, an abandoned flag football belt, and the joy of…something, I don’t know, I was trying to come up with a charming and insightful, but I’m not good at that. All I can do is point to my own inadequacies and hope people laugh.
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Vest: Altar’d State
Sweater: Target
Shirt: American Eagle
Boots: LL Bean
Now, I’ve experienced rain before, don’t get me wrong, It probably rains every afternoon in early June in Kentucky. But in Kentucky, the rain falls down, upon your head. In Northern Indiana, the rain falls sideways, into your face.
(Ironically, of course, it’s not raining at all in these photos – it had stopped by the time I was doing these. In fact, it was heating up a bit, and I just really wanted to take my raincoat off.)
The whole “rain in your face” thing, of course, is due to the wind we get here – we are only about an hour way from the Windy City. I don’t mind a breeze, especially at this time of year, when things are only just beginning to cool off, but it scares me for the winter – a bitter cold wind is one of the worst things that can hit you when it’s 20 degrees out, and I’m certain we’re going to have a lot of 20 degree days here.
The prospect of rain, however, doesn’t scare me in the least. I love the rain, and I have since I was a kid! I have two rain coats, two pairs of rain boots, a rain hat, and an umbrella (that I left at home…), so I’m always prepared with a fashionable outfit for a storm.
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