It’s been a bit of a crazy week around here – the beginning of which was (intentionally) spent in a black hole of couple-dom, as we tried to soak up our last few days before Dave’s imminent departure to California, and the latter part of which has been spent in partial damage-control mode, as we scrambled to rearrange our plans in the face of a family emergency that delayed said imminent departure.
But this weekend? That was much, much simpler — and sweeter, especially the part where we trekked out to Jersey for some apple and pumpkin picking.
So I say we forget about the complicated and the concerning and the crises for now, in favor of apple cider donuts and hay rides and rows and rows of Rome apple trees. In my opinion, it’s the best way to get to Friday.