Apples taste better in September.
I remember my first trip to an apple orchard. I was a young teen and surprised to see that the apple tree is more of an apple bush.
One of our favorite fall activities is going to an orchard and spending the better part of a Saturday there. Picking, eating, throwing…
Last week I got to go on the first field trip of the school year with my middle.
That’s her in the red. But who’s the old dude with the banjo you ask?
That’s Johnny Appleseed’s Great Great Grandson (or so he says). Click HERE to hear him sing a little ditty.
This orchard is the bees knees! The apples are swell, the back 40 is a child’s dream playground and there’s an adorable cafe and gift shop.
Since this was a field trip I had to hold myself back on the shopping but I got a tour I won’t soon forget.
I had the girls there whip me up a pie to take home and spent a fortune on a bag of honey crisp. Look at all the apples about to be baked in that pie.
Of course I had to bring the baby sister. Nobody puts baby in the corner or in a daycare.
Lyla had the time of her life. It’s like she was seeing it all for the first time. We went last year but that was half her life ago.
The girls got to share a sack lunch.
It was a really good day, Amy