This is the only explanation I have for the absolute over-abundance of fall festivities and pumpkin patches galore in Wisconsin. This being our first fall here, we are being groomed into the biggest and best fall gluttons. Our latest adventures brought us to a nearby pumpkin farm/apple orchard called the "Elegant Farmer". Where, if you hand over enough dollar bills and get a happy-faced barn stamp on your hand, you are allowed to ride a tractor-pulled haywagon to the top of the hill and pick your own apples: a peck, 1/2 bushel or bushel. We quickly decided a peck was plenty and found our place in line and waited... and waited.... and waited for our tractor to arrive. Once in the apple orchard, we scrambled about filling our peck since the long tractor wait left us on the brink of naptime. Lydia ate about 3 apples on the way back down the hill and the rest of the peck has been in our refrigerator, long forgotten ever since. But that is just fine... it's all about savoring every glorious moment of fall before winter cometh. It's a nice lesson to learn.
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