The Joy of Fall

The Joy of Fall

With the fearless cousins in tow, we headed out to a nearly organic orchard about 45 minutes away.  It was a perfect day to be out, climbing trees, slipping over rolling apples, crunching a freshly picked apple that you had just plucked off a tree.

The Monkey loved the chance to shinny up trees like the climber that she is.  The Buster and Cousin O had a great time running from row to row, randomly picking apples that looked red and ready.  Yessa and Cousin M hung out with Uncle Z and me, randomly picking apples, eating apples, and looking around in that way unique to young ones.

Yessa has been sporting the pajama look lately.

Uncle Z helps Yessa find the perfect apple.

And he tries to help Monkey reach apples just a lllliiiiittttlllleee higher up.

We ended with a picnic in the open air.  You can’t quite see it in the picture, but Uncle Z removed the table’s centerpiece for our meal.  An animal skull of some unknown species had been the table decoration when we sat down.  Mmmmm.  Yummy.

After sharing yogurt, watermelon, pears, and cat cookies, we headed home, full of sun, and dreams of applesauce. A morning well spent.