Pumpkins...Sunflowers...Apple Bread

I love Apple Annie's.

We made the hour and 15 minute drive to Willcox on a sunny Tuesday morning. We arrived at Apple Annie's about 10:00 and after initially sharing the bathroom with a couple buses of elementary school field-trippers we had the place to ourselves.

We skipped the hay-ride, which would have also been with all the field-trippers, and walked through the sunflower patch to the nearest pumpkin field with wagon in tow.

Oh, and we had clippers too, as Calvin was proud to wield.

We picked a pumpkin for each person in our family. And we picked some squash that were inexplicably growing along the path through the sunflowers. And we bought two loaves of Apple Annie's Apple Bread! YUM (I hear they export it to CostCo, so keep your eyes open when you're there. It's definitely worth the $6.)

A sunny field with pumpkins all around makes for pretty good pictures. Maybe that's why Apple Annie's has quickly become one of my favorite places.

An hour later we headed a few miles down the road to my Grandma's for lunch. A lunch of sandwiches, fresh apples and apple bread. It is a nice coincidence that we get to visit family and farms all in the same trip.

Do you have a pumpkin patch or a farm that you love to visit?

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