In quintessential New England fashion, we went apple picking this weekend.
We rode the train…
We saw animals…
Owen especially liked the geese. When I told him that geese say “Honk! Honk!”, he started imitating them and hasn’t stopped since. Except when he says it, it sounds a lot less like “Honk” and a lot more like “Kock! Kock!”. Which makes us all giggle for really inappropriate reasons.
We posed for silly pictures…
And we ate apples. LOTS of apples. (Exhibit A. That’s Owen giving the sign for “More apples, Mama!”. I think he ate his weight in apples that day.)
Does it get any sweeter?
Damn the fact that it was weirdly hot and disgustingly humid. We went anyway, albeit exchanging our jeans and sweaters for shorts and skirts. In our minds it was cool and breezy and felt like fall.
Do you know what did feel like fall? Baking with our bounty of ginormous apples the next day. One apple crisp, a batch of apple cinnamon gluten free pancakes and 2 bowls of apple oatmeal down, an apple dapple cake planned for later this week. I can’t think of much I love more than picking beautiful food off the tree myself and then spending the rest of the day in the kitchen creating.
It’s the simple things.