How could autumn be complete without a visit to a pumpkin patch? I’ll spare you the typical post of pictures upon pictures of pumpkins, and instead share the photos I took of the forest walk. The weather was beautiful and the only attraction at the pumpkin patch not bustling with kids was a self-guided tour of the forest.
It sounds silly, but I forget how quiet the world can be out in the country. I’m used to the noise of traffic and the sounds of people rushing about their life. In the middle of the woods, all you can hear is the wind rustling the leaves, which eventually give up on branches and flutter down like snow. A much better version of snow.
Today I wandered around the backdrop of a fairy tale, and this is what I found: