Nothing Says, "Fall," like a Maize Maze

I went for a ride yesterday and in 25.3 miles I passed 3 corn mazes. Only one was a real, cut into the corn to make a maze in the field. The other 2 were pale imitations; hay bails stacked up like a castle made of blocks, which doesn't qualify. The geese are back in droves honking, crops have been taken from the fields, birds are migrating, pumpkins & mums are for sale on every corner, animals are starting to get furry. and the it is finally getting cool in the mornings. This year I made it to the quintessential fall event: Cecil County Farm Museum Apple Butter Festival . It is held one day every year from 10 until 4 and I have managed to miss it each year until yesterday. Making apple butter is a very long arduous process, so by the time I got there 3 big barrel fulls were well under way. The "apple wenches" were in fact not cute girls in swiss miss costumes as Mike had hoped. They were burly guys in tee shirts. We got 2 pints of the still hot liquid gold and topped the trip off with pumpkin cobbler and small basket of winesap apples. Yum! No photos as my battery was dead from the marathon.