Yesterday we visited Carter Mountain Orchard for some autumnal fun. I’ve enjoyed apple picking since I was a kid, and I’ll take my pommes over your “pumpkin spice” as a seasonal signifier any day. Well, cliché alert: I enjoyed it so much more now that I could bring a kid of my own. Maddie loved playing with the fallen, rotting apples, and (with occasional frustration) figured out how to walk along the steep, uneven grounds of the hilly orchard. Totally a tradition in the making.