It's still a bit early for apple season to be full force, but we went for some early macs and empires this past weekend. what a wonderful day. I do love this time of year. The rain held off on Saturday long enough for the first soccer game of the year, a lovely country drive that included purple potatoes, stunning river views and some Wait Wait Don't Tell Me on the radio. I find that these drives make me feel so whole inside for some reason. Greg and I laughing at talk radio, the kids sometimes listening, asking questions, Molly begging for the local pop station and all of us together. I am complete.
Funny how fast the apple picking goes now that these guys are bigger. Everyone is very efficient, looking for the biggest best apples, quickly filling our bag. Very no nonsense. I found myself longing for and laughing a bit at the memories of toddlers, picking little unripe half eaten apples, spending 20 minutes looking at a blade of grass or a caterpillar. Not this crowd, seems we were in and out of that orchard in no time. Of course there were fresh cider donuts, and a quick swing for the boy before we headed home with 30 pounds of apples!
There will be crisp, pie, and of course apple sauce this week; and before we know it we'll be making a second trip to the orchard to fill our bags again.
How was your weekend?