This weekend we finally found a local-ish apple orchard and headed over on Sunday morning before football took over my husband's life. The weather was absolutely gorgeous, morning in the low 60s warming into the 70s by afternoon. The type of weather where you are comfortable in everything from shorts and tee to long sleeves or light sweaters.
We grabbed a bucket, tied a baby on, and took off into the sea of apple trees.
This was my very first time apple picking. As silly as this may sound, I was actually surprised how small the trees were, in a good way. Maybe it was just the Cortland and MacIntosh varieties we were picking, but Ashlynn was able to walk right up and pick (ripe) fruit from the branches... at all 34" of her. I guess I always thought apple trees as being bigger and figured dear old dad was going to be doing a lot of toddler lifting.
If anything the hike through the tall grasses and unforeseen ditches posed the larger obstacle for the shortcake.
And this is what I get when I ask for smiles now....
Of course, after we grabbed our apples and made our way to the farm stand to check out, we couldn't resist getting some apple cider donuts to go. I did promise Ashlynn apples and donuts the night before after reading If You Give a Dog a Donut, since I explained we'll be picking apples just like dog when he ran out of juice. We've been eating apples every day since, but I think she's been enjoying the donuts more. Typical.
I'm now really excited to go pumpkin picking next month. I'm hoping Kenley is toddling around, although that may be more trouble than it's worth. Either way, I know the girls will love being pulled around in the wagon, seeing the pigs and goats, and getting to pick their own pumpkins!