A combination of the insanity of the beginning of the school year, excruciating temps, and a traveling husband, put a crimp on our fall traditions. Despite September and almost all of October tip-toeing out of sight, we made it up to Julian for our annual apple picking. Even the rumored threat of all the apples being picked over didn't rob our apple picking tradition stamina. Nothing messes with our traditions.
This year was especially delightful. The mountains were covered in thick fog, the air was cold enough for us to dust off our hoodies, and the rows and rows of apples beckoned boot covered feet. It gave us southern California natives a rare fall experience. We often have to fake those kind of events here.
Although this is a tradition we enthusiastically tackle year after year, it never grows old.
These moments are precious.