This weekend Aaron and I took advantage of this Indian Summer we're having and drove out to Riley's Farm to enjoy something that felt a bit more like autumn. This isn't your typical farm with a single vegetable stand and an educational program suited only for elementary school field trips (Though they do have that too). It feels more like a step back in time, an afternoon away from everything on your to-do list.
The Hawk's Head Public House Tavern greets you as you come through the gates. You can smell apple pie baking and almost taste the fresh baked bread in the air.
Every part of the tavern made you believe you were back in the 18th century sitting down for a warm meal. The coats hanging in the seating area, the staff dressed in colonial garb, the menu on the wooden boards, bayonets and rifles hanging on the walls.
The candle-lit dinner was perfect! I would go back every weekend for that chicken pot pie and a mug of cider. I honestly felt like I was in a Laura Ingalls-Wilder book. I couldn't really be in Southern California sitting in a tavern, looking out over the apple orchards, listening to a lively piano song, while the staff prepared for a harvest feast that night, could I?
In reality, this must be more charming than Laura Ingalls-Wilder's real life. I don't know how often she came across a pristine tented area like this. Which btw, is the perfect place for lunch if you don't want to go inside and miss the farm. There is even a bakery window where you can grab scrumptious chicken pot pies (and much more) to-go.
The area surrounding the house is beautiful and perfect for exploring. There weren't any rules to learn, no trail we had to take, no tour we needed to sign-up for, just open fields, bridges over small creeks and footpaths to apple orchards.
Yes, that is real. No, I didn't photoshop myself onto a wallpaper... I don't even know how to use photoshop that well.
We got so caught up in enjoying a relaxing stroll after our dinner that we didn't come close to seeing all there was to see. We didn't even pick apples in their huge orchard, but walking through them was more than a treat to us.
I cannot get over how enchanting the afternoon was. It was like a childhood memory wandering through the knobby apple trees so full they couldn't keep the fruit on their branches, leaving apples everywhere, in piles under the trees, in the stream, on the bridges. I realized you don't need to travel far to enjoy the little details of this beautiful world and forget about the dishes, errands and chores at home.