on a gorgeous sunday in october, nana honey, baby, and i made our annual trek to oak glen, land of apples, pumpkins, and old fashioned themed gift shops. we all enjoyed the grass (living in the desert cultivates an amazing appreciation for grass), as well as the leaves on the trees, the crisp air, the smells of apples, fudge, and doughnuts. it was crowded, but everyone seemed happy and polite. a random young man even carried our 40lb box of apples to the car for us. the picnic (pieced together at vons on the way) was great, but next year i intend to do it right with a basket, thermos of hot chocolate, cloth napkins etc.
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