I couldn’t have picked a more perfect day to travel to the orchard with two dozen kindergarteners: the sky, clear of clouds, was brilliant blue and the sun kept the early fall chill in check. We spent hours running through the cornstalk maze, picking apples, gathering pumpkins, and riding in a tractor full of hay. I also spent hours chasing after small feet that, if left unattended for the briefest of moments, would scamper off toward the general direction of Ohio. There’s one child that I plan to look for in the 2032 Summer Olympics, as I have no doubt he’ll be among America’s future running royalty.
Nothing says autumn better than blue skies, orange pumpkins, and brown leaves crunching under little feet.