It is the last day of summer. The trees slowly become orange, yellow, dark green and red. Apples are ripe in the trees and the fields are still full of raspberries.

So, because we absolutely adore raspberries and we need to buy apples, after school, we drive a quick 20 minutes to pick our afternoon snack. In New England, there might be more farms than stores. Usually, I find it somehow annoying, but today, it actually feels good. It is a warm, sunny day, we drive past 4 or 5 farms before arriving to our favorite one. There is a small corn maze, pumpkins, a small pumpkin patch, but nothing like the Chicago fall pumpkins extravaganza. There is no craziness, only peace and quiet. The fields belong to a few of us. We run through the orchard, pick up apples. The kids play with leaves and twigs. I sit down, take pictures, eat raspberries.

The sun is intense. It is funny how sometimes, nothing goes wrong.

We eat more raspberries than the ones we save for home. We taste so many kinds of apples. We drink apple cider, buy maple candies and are still early enough back home to get the homework and play time rolling. Tomorrow, the kids want to make raspberry jam. I am sure we will have eaten them all and we will need to go berry picking soon again. As for the apples, can we ever have enough of them?