Fall in Michigan is a beautiful, magical time. Humidity goes south for the winter, sunshine stays around for a while longer, and the trees begin to change into their colorful finery before shedding their leaves to the ground in a crunchy blanket.
Lots of things are just a little more fun in the fall, and I'm sure I'll post about more of them as the season meanders its way down the road to winter, but cider mills are one of my favorite fall experiences.
Fresh apple cider and piping hot cider donuts are unrivaled in their pure deliciousness. The combination of the pure, sweet cider and the slightly crumbly cake donut is a little bliss for your tastebuds. There are other apple-based goodies in abundance at the cider mills, but I generally stick with the cider and donuts, both for simplicity's sake and the sake of facing my scale the next morning!
I guess it would be possible to sit home and wait for someone to bring you some cider and donuts, but there's something about watching them press the apples into cider with the giant presses squeezing every smidge of juicy goodness from a seemingly unsqueezable fruit. Then there are the other attractions, especially for kids - feeding ducks and conversing with farm animals and making friends with dogs and other kids and haystacks.
Recently, we visited two cider mills in two days, one with our MOMS group (and my entourage of my mom, Aunt Carolyn, and Nan) and one with our Beland besties. Nothing like welcoming fall in with some serious cider mill love. We will be back and will visit others as well - Michigan's economy needs our support, right?
feeding ducks
throwing the bread
this year she didn't try to eat it herself
he looks so serious here!
he was quite displeased that I wasn't sharing my donut
Abbey and Aunt Carolyn on the bridge over the little stream
yes! wearing boots means playing in puddles
she was wearing something else this morning
ten minutes before leaving, she pulled her Easter dress out of her closet
insisted on keeping on the yellow t-shirt
she wanted to visit the cider mill in style!
waiting patiently to bundle up the babies
watching the press
he's one of the few people whose hand she will always hold, without any prompting
keeping up my energy for our walk, ha ha ha
Abbey loved the black and white baby goat
trying to figure out his carrier
don't worry D; it took me a couple times, too
playing on the fall-decorated wagon
in the driver's seat
another furry friend
wooden fur, but still fur
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