Yesterday, we went apple picking. Up until Friday, we hadn’t planned on it, but I was looking at a local website, and there it was listed as something to do. I wasn’t sure that Hub would go for it; neither of us had ever picked apples before, but the fact that they had a train take you out in to the orchard totally sold him.
The day was beautiful and cool, and not even my migraine soured our experience. For $16 we each got to fill a bag with whatever kind of apples we chose. Bud paid close attention to the instructions we received and set to work picking. His bag was the first one filled.
Lucy ran up and down the rows, sampling every kind of apple they had. I swear to you, she ate no fewer than 10 apples.
Olivia hung out in the sling and slept, and I enjoyed carrying her with me while I picked (and ate). I didn’t even shove the old biddy from the train, who looked disapprovingly at Liv in the sling and tsked at me to “be careful with that baby getting off the train” Biddy. I think my favorite part of the day was pumpkin pie flavored ice cream.
Hub really enjoyed himself too---which I never would have imagined, especially since we got a ticket for an expired inspection on the way out there.
After a few hours we left and carted our fruit home where I baked an (awful awful awful please send me a better recipe) apple pie and ate the kielbasa and sauerkraut I had in the crock pot. It really was the perfect autumn day.
