Fall has arrived here in New Hampshire, and with it all things leaves, apples, pumpkins, and hayrides. It is definitely the time of year to be a New Englander.
We hit a local apple festival on a perfect Saturday morning, and The Wog entertained herself eating fresh corn, bouncing in the Jumpy Castle, and hanging out with her friend Lily. (Anyplace that gives out balloons is a friend of The Wog.)
Not particularly interested in the cider-making demonstration:
Playing with Lily and the red balloon:
In the Bounce House with Ariel:
Later we came home and picked our own apples, which I baked into a (disappointing) apple crisp (the crisp, not the apples). Notice the ever-present red balloon has been joined by a smaller purple one:
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