Apple Picking

October 03, 2010

Apple Picking

Matt's parents were in town for the weekend. It was such a perfect autumn day, we decided to take them to a local orchard for an afternoon of apple picking. Both of the kids enjoyed walking among the trees. Waverly was especially happy there. I came home with 1/2 bushel of Winesap, Rome, Fugi and York apples. I have some applesauce simmering away and we had apple dumpling for dessert.

Here are a few of my favorite photos. I love the ones of Waverly walking.

Comments

Mike and Sarah said…

Yay! A post with pictures! I have missed seeing your kids. I'm so glad you guys were able to enjoy a nice fall day!

October 3, 2010 at 9:18 PM

lesley said…

Really nice pictures of Waverly walking. These are times to treasure. I was just checking in to see how the kiddos were doing. I see you are contemplating the gtube in the future, I have a similar situation here as Sarah's appetite drops off...hard to think about but with a lot of thought I know you will pick the right time to go ahead with it.

Lesley
www.bluemorningglory.blogspot.com

October 5, 2010 at 1:51 AM

Welcome to Holland

By Emily Perl Kingsley

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