Autumn means cider and corn mazes

Last weekend seemed to be the official inauguration of fall here. Up until now it's just been sort-of fall. Now it's real. Mainly because I've had apple cider, been in a corn maze, and fondled a pumpkin.

We're still in the throes of moving here, but we've had some time to savor the finer things in life like frozen pizza and watching an old tv show on dvd. (It's Angel. I can't help it, I love Joss Whedon). Last week we bought a jug of apple cider, heated it up with a bag of Chai tea, and put a shot of rum in it (just because), and sipped to our hearts content. It was beautiful. I just love hot drinks so much, any kind, but I got a kick out of how clever we were with the Chai tea. Very clever indeed.

Then last week we went to the corn maze at Kruger's Farm on Sauvie Island. Of course the powers that be picked that day to drench Portland in a downpour, so the maze was muddy, to say the least. But it was a perfect opportunity for me to wear my rainboots, which is always fun.

We went to the "Haunted Maze," which was a bit of a disappointment in both areas. It was neither very haunted nor very much a maze. Well, half a disappointment. We were never lost, but I did scream about 10 times, and even ran away from a guy with a chainsaw once. So you could call that a haunted success. Jesse, on the other hand, was heartily unimpressed, as he was very manly and did not scream once.


But it was fun, sloshing around in a muddy cornfield with zombies running past you and cornstalks towering above you. Then we went home and had more cider.


Hello, Autumn.