a whole bushel of apples

October is my favorite month of the year for a few reasons, not least of which is that there are suddenly actual activities to engage in. (CT just ain't that interesting a place most of the time, especially if you're looking for events.) Around here, autumn means fairs, harvest festivals in practically every town and, well, harvesting. And eating. Lots and lots of eating.

Unfortunately, this does mean that there's a lot crammed into just a few weeks, and you can't do it all. Missed some other towns' fairs this weekend in favor of my own, but the weather was not so great for photos and I sure did not want to go anywhere near downtown during today's beautiful weather, what with the parade going on. "Who wouldn't want to go to a parade," you ask? People who've been made to attend/march/watch the chair spot practically every year of their life, that's who.

Instead, we spent some time today picking apples over at Hickory Hill in Cheshire. It's not as large an orchard as the one we usually go to in town, but what it lacks in size, it makes up for in charm. The place is totally adorable, and no one was afraid to be taking photos there. Also, horses.

WARDROBE:

dress: Forever21

boots: White Mountain via Macy's

hat: New York & Company

bag: vintage via Dandelion Daydreamer@etsy

sunglasses: gift

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Laura