listen to me, october.
apple picking for the first time in my life today
ah new england, four years and you're just now starting to finally make this feel like home. hills and hills of pumpkin patches and racing through the paths, runny noses, playing tag in the orchards. kissing over apple cider, making the bottoms of our chins warm.
seems like fall is one of the few times no one at all worries about grass stains on their knees.
what a perfect time to be in love. :)
ah new england, four years and you're just now starting to finally make this feel like home. hills and hills of pumpkin patches and racing through the paths, runny noses, playing tag in the orchards. kissing over apple cider, making the bottoms of our chins warm.
seems like fall is one of the few times no one at all worries about grass stains on their knees.
what a perfect time to be in love. :)