It is quite true that I have lived in New York state for most of my life and have never gone apple picking. I mean, I have tried to climb apple trees and pick off the little tiny crab apples, but not big ole edible, pie making kinds of apples.
Last year was the first year I actually went apple picking, you know...at a farm.
Its was blast. We went again this year:
The place that we go to is this orchard that totally becomes some kind of apple-y amusement park with a cafe and a barn full of wasps and treats and dreams.
...And wooden boards with apples and pumpkins and buses painted on them. We sometimes have a sick kind of humor. Hopefully no children were watching us.
Trish is preggers! And is the most stylish lady evar.
I look impossibly short next to her, it was totally the angle. But a giant I am not. You can hardly tell she is pregnant, and she wondered alot whether people eyeing her thought she had a 'soup belly'. I forget her exact, brilliant words. Perhaps it was beer belly.
Time for the traditional Apple Ball, and then Apple Bowling.
So i was wearing this necklace that has a tiny magnifying lens and in this picture I am studying the apple with it. I had to caption this because I know myself I had no idea what was happening in the photo until someone reminded me.
Such a great day this was....soooo perfect.
We totally drank enough cider and ate enough warm cider donuts to kill a yak. Or a small kitten.