I wish I could say got 8 solid hours of sleep last night, but alas that was not to be. Still, it was a better night than the one before, and I woke up feeling more like my normal self. The thermometer was reading only 44 degrees, and so when I headed out, I wore both tights and a long sleeve shirt. I was happy to have on both. The air was brisk and it truly felt like fall. I ran down to the river and back again, but felt so much better than yesterday! The bridges were still slick, but it was a great morning to be out. Crisp and clear, and just so fall. Lovely. I stopped and rescued a little red eft from the middle of our street out near Rt 201 - what he was doing there I have no idea, but I couldn't leave him! He would have gotten squished for sure. Also lots and lots of little sparrows in and around the brush, but other than that, the woods were quiet, and I had the trail, the babbling river and the falling leaves to myself.
We headed to Broadway Deli for brunch after I got back from my run, and I enjoyed some delicious pumpkin blueberry pancakes. Yum! Then on to the apple orchard! We picked some apples, and got a few pumpkins from the pumpkin patch, along with the requisite pumpkin molasses donut (not quite as good as Frosty's but still tasty!) before Sam and I headed down to Portland to watch Morgan's soccer game. A full day, and a very autumn-y one for sure!
Pulling the wagon herself
Picking apples with Daddo
Out into the orchard