The Most Perfect Fall Weekend
We spent the weekend at the tiny house on the farm, staying up way too late and waking up early and it was the best little getaway ever.
The packing began a few days before, and so did the cleaning. We cleaned the tiny house from top to bottom to get it ready for our family to call home for a few days. We haven’t stayed in the tiny house since the beginning of the year, as Dixie has been living in it. But PJ found a camper for her that he brought and parked at the farm that she now lives in full time (so she’s still on the property!), which means the tiny house is fair game. It felt good to be back in there again, and even though I can’t imagine staying in it longer than two days, it was so much fun to live small and experience a change of scenery for a bit.
Even after four years, I am still so surprised by how much I love being at the farm. The animals have become our family, the mountain in the background has become our friend, the land has become our home. Home: that’s how I feel when we’re out there. Which is crazy to think about because, growing up, I always hated the idea of “farm life” and everything it encompassed. Now, though, I think since it’s ours and PJ has talked about how magical farm life is for families and children, I am absolutely in love with it (though I’m not quite there with the messiness of farm life- I am still leaving that to PJ for the time being).
Friday night, Matt & Beau came over with pumpkins and hotdogs. The pumpkins were for the kids and carving (how sweet is that?) and the hotdogs were for roasting over the fire. They carved pumpkins with the kids for a while, which gave me and PJ a little time to sip some wine and sit back and relax, a rarity in our house.
After pumpkin carving, PJ made a bonfire and we roasted hotdogs and made s’mores. It was the perfect fall evening. We let the kids stay up way too late and just talked around the fire. Dixie came out for a while and relaxed with us, too. It was truly a family affair, and with the temps dropping fast, it became cold enough for turtlenecks and sweaters as extra layers of warmth. My favorite.
The next morning we picked Matt and Beau up at the foot of their driveway and made the hour long drive to a local apple orchard where we took an orchard tour and ate way too many apple fritters. We could have stayed there all day. I meant to bring home apple butter or some kind of jelly, but all I brought home was an extremely full belly.
The tour guide snuck some fallen apples and gave them to all the kids on the tour. I have a weird allergy to uncooked apples (I know, I know) so I didn’t dare eat any, but I hear they were yummy!
How stunning is the orchard? With rolling hills as far as the eye can see, I don’t think I would ever get tired of this view. Kind of reminds me of the farm a bit.
After the orchard, we drove down to Blue Ridge, GA, which looks like a postcard or a Hallmark Movie town. It’s so picturesque and pretty damn perfect, filled with little local shops and restaurant and the cutest gift stores you’ve ever seen. The fall colors were making this already charming town even more so.
We had lunch at this delicious cajun restaurant that Matt recommended and it was the perfect way to end the day. Well, we also stopped by the cupcake store and brought home a few of those, and really that was the perfect ending to the day.
That night, we did the same bonfire, let the kids stay up late running around, and we just enjoyed each other’s company. This is still a somewhat new concept to us- having friends this close by to hang out night after night and have perfect fall days with.
I think we could get used to this.
