I missed fall last year. I didn’t experience the dreamy, autumnal New England fall scenes that I grew up with. I had been hopping from European country to country on cheap RyanAir flights, and didn’t really think twice about the change of seasons back home in Connecticut. The only orange trees I was focused on were the actual orange-bearing trees in Sevilla. I entirely forgot about the burnt orange and vibrant red colored leaves that cascade down and line the suburban New England streets. I forgot about the smells, the wet leaves, the cold sensation of pumpkin-guts on my hands, and the stomach aches that come along with eating one too many apple cider donuts.
I forgot about the magic that comes along with the bittersweet transition of summer into fall. This year, I was set on experiencing fall to the fullest. Nicole of Nicole in Colour and I set on an adventure to shoot some fall content at Silverman’s Farm in Easton, CT. We pulled up a few moments before closing, which was ideal for the photo-ops. The pumpkin patch was glowing in orange during golden hour, framed by the rolling hills and golden foliage. This scene reminded me how lucky I am to have grown up somewhere that sees all four seasons.
Nicole and I played around in the pumpkin patches, and posed with pumpkins aplenty. There was an absolute abundance of perfectly round orange pumpkins, as well as the tiny little white ones with so much character, and the funkiest gourds you could ever dream up for your fall front porch fantasy. Then there was the country market, stocked up with goodies made right in our little state. We both left with boxes of Silverman’s famous apple cider donuts, made with their own fresh apple cider (which we obviously got too). We ended our escapades tossing kettle corn into each others mouths and giggling the night away, as the sun set over the sweeping orchards in Easton.
All opinions are my own, this post is not sponsored, I just had such a good time at this cozy Connecticut farm. Photos by Nicole Morley.