Orchard

We went out to Fruit Ridge Farm just outside the city last night to do Fall stuff. He picked this apple and immediately tore into it. (You can hear him whispering "apple", then "bite".) He was so thrilled with that piece of fruit; he kept it firmly between his two paws like a chipmunk and didn't stop gnawing on it for an hour, occasionally sharing a bite when asked.

He was dressed like a little lumberjack, and he had a great time riding behind the horses, going through the woods on the wagon, playing in the pumpkin field, picking that apple and chasing a kitty.

He has such a tiny voice right now, I'm going to try not to ever forget how it sounds.