I am lucky to live in a place with so many farms.
There is a wide variety here; some cater very strongly to agritourists (that's a real word!) with playgrounds and animal activities and well-organized U-pick seasons.
Others are clearly more interested in the actual business of growing and selling food, with haybales rather than play structures and open pens of questionably friendly goats instead of well-stocked petting zoos.
View from the carrier. I know it's blurry but look at that face. |
Some are good for apples, some for strawberries. Some grow the most beautiful flowers and others sell grass-fed beef and locally-milled wheat. One grumpy old man won't open his storefront to save his life but if you ask he'll pit your cherries for you. I don't choose which ones to go to over others because, why?
Where did Gray learn that this is what a smile looks like? |
I go to all of them.
Oh right |
My favorites happen to be a pair that are within close range of each other, Lone Pine Farm and Thistledown Farm. Lone Pine is an agritourist joint and it does its business well.
Their Halloween festivities are particularly well-done, with hayrides and corn mazes and caramel apples and a haybale maze for the kiddies.
Halloween is more fun with kids.
Food is more fun with farms.
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