Weaver's Orchard

Last weekend, we drove through thousands of gasp-worthy trees to get to Reading, Pennsylvania and Weaver's Orchards. We met our old friends and neighbors, Dan and Amanda, and their two daughters, Skylar and Morgan--a family we haven't seen in a while. Together we dared the clouds to rain on us (they barely did) and enjoyed catching up while doing all the things you do when you go to a Fall Festival.

Like a hayride through the orchard,

a stomp around the pumpkin patch in search of the perfect pumpkin,

and buying local everything--crispy apples, unlikely dried fruit (kiwi?), chocolate-coconut covered pretzels, and sweet apple cider.

Not pictured: the goat eating treats on the roof, the fiddlers and bagpiper, the mountains of fruits, vegetables, gourds, squash, and flowers. Somehow, however, I managed to snap a picture of this pile of candy. Shows you where my brain was, anyway.