Orange you glad it's fall?

New England is famous for its beautiful fall foliage, and so far we have not been disappointed! The past few weeks have been very fall-y, which has been glorious!

{a lovely morning walk near our house}

The last weekend of September, we celebrated the beautiful weather by going apple picking (with some incidental leaf peeping on the way)! The only hard part was deciding which orchard to visit, since we live in the state with the most farmers' markets/CSA's per capita (by far!)! Chris convinced me to return again this past weekend (not that I needed much convincing) by dropping a few hints:

{apple picking & leaf peeping}

In addition to apples, we also bought pumpkins, cider, apple donuts, pears, and butternut squash at the orchard. We integrated half of the squash into a chicken pot pie (very easy...frozen puff pastry!), and Chris used the other half to make butternut squash pasta sauce!

{chicken pot pie with squash & jack-o-lantern crust}

More fall fun:

{I really liked this truck-and-tree combo,
a Chicago Bears/Creighton Bluejays pumpkin,
Chris wanted me to support the Bears with my fingernails}

{delicious fall food: pumpkin pie pancakes with Vermont maple syrup,
pumpkin spice latte à la Chris (way better than Starbucks),
homemade chili with homemade croutons...but we bought the cheese}

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