an apple picking day...

One of.... well, more than one. We used to go just once a year but now it's like oh sure lets just go get some more apples! And of course this day Letty was in school and upon returning home to a box of apples sitting on the table she said in the most pathetic tone, you went apple picking without me? I'm sure that will happen a lot this coming year, but the show must go on! So I'll try to go again on a day that she can accompany us.

This morning we headed to Masonic Villages which is just a beautiful campus in Elizabethtown that hosts some pretty awesome airplane viewing, among many other things. The boys really enjoyed that, as boys do. It was pretty warm between the trees but we got our picking done, all set for the many uses I come up with for apples. Desserts and stove top potpourris and Letty's school lunches, to name a few. 

It didn't feel like fall that day, but the boys and I made it so! We drove all over the county in the hunt for white pumpkins and porch pumpkins and mums upon mums. Once I let the lid off the fall just had to happen immediately. 

Oh and the last three photos are by my sister-in-law, of course.

For anyone nostalgic past apple picking trips 2015 1 and 2, 2014, and 2013. I really love looking through all the old posts if you haven't noticed by now. Seeing how quickly these kids grow and how much they've changed just gives me a lot of feelings. To be sure.



  1. all the apple picking. tradition! feels weird i wasn't there. and cue the tears. but not really. but kinda. :)

    xoxo cheshire kat

  2. Poor Letty. I'd feel left out too =( One reason to never grow up and start school!! An apple sounds really good...and biscuits...

  3. Ahh, Letty!! School just takes out all of the fun, doesn’t it? I wish I could keep my sweet boy home every single day. Great pictures, as always!! Looks like a fun day.

  4. Poor letty!! I guess that was bound to happen, though. Growing up is hard!


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