Last week we decided to head out to Eckert's, a local family owned farm, to pick apples with the three little ones. The pickings were slim this time. Normally we go earlier in the season. The apples were sparse and insects had gotten to many of them, but we all had a great time anyway. the kiddos would pick every apple they could reach and then present it to me like a treasure for inspection and my approval for inclusion into the bag heading home with us.
Once again I felt the pull of a house in the country where I can grow stuff to my heart's content. (hello, chickens!)