And in the first item off my fall bucket list we have the picking of the apples. This time with five kids in tow, down to our local (sort of ) orchard. All the mothers were sweating before the picking even began on this nice cool fall morning. All the children were just so loud. Capital l. A few had breakdowns. I am just glad that we were there upon opening and therefore alone. The hills echoed with the sound of these kids.
We came. We picked. We conquered.
I immediately (by way of Home Goods and Target) went home and made myself an apple cake, not that I eat desserts as of late but there it is. Maybe I'll make a stove top potpourri.... and maybe some applesauce. The world is my oyster.
These apple picking adventures aren't what they once were that is for sure... but it's been six years of it and we can't stop now!
Last year's picking here. Year before that here.
