http://www.4shared.com/file/38483014/4bb89890/21_feb_2008_a.htmlDavid called one fall day and asked if we would like to go picking apples. I said that we would love to. So on a clear warm Saturday in October, we went with David and his family to a large apple orchard near where we live.
The orchard has activities for young and old alike in addition to picking your own apples. The first thing on the girl's agenda was to ride the horses. They were a bit put out when they found they were too small to ride the big horses on a trail ride, but cheered up when they found they could ride the ponies small enough for them. Around and around they went, waving to Mom and Dad, Grandma and Poppa. I was reminded of my sister and I riding horses on the carrousel in Spicer when we were kids, pretending that we were galloping across the countryside. After their pony ride was over, they spotted one of those big inflatable jumping bouncing things that kids love play in. We watched them jump and turn somersaults and do their gymnastic moves. Made me tired just watching them. If a person could only bottle all of that energy and save it for future use.
Then we all piled into a large wagon pulled by a tractor, and out into the apple orchard we went. We climbed out of the wagon when we came to the section of the orchard where the Haraldson apple trees were, and off we went through rows and rows of trees, laden with beautiful red apples, searching for the biggest and juiciest ones. We all had sacks to fill. The girls wanted to hold on to "their apples," but when they found that they couldn't carry very many and eat an apple at the same time, they decided to help fill the bags. Boston is independent and was content to pick her own apples, but Maddie decided that if she picked apples with Poppa, she had a better chance of reaching bigger ones higher in the branches of the trees. So she kept Poppa near her. "Poppa. Help me pick apples, Poppa. Over here, Poppa." Needless to say, he was delighted to reach the apples she wanted for her.
http://www.4shared.com/file/38483356/c39c82e1/21_feb_2008_c.htmlWhen the bags were full and the pictures were taken, we piled back into a wagon and headed back to the main building of the orchard, where we paid for our apples. Then it was time for a treat of caramel apples and a bit of candy for our apple pickers before going on home. When Mike and I were home, we sat and talked about how much fun we had watching our granddaughters play and pick apples, and about how nice it was, spending an afternoon with David and Staci. As I filled the big wooden bowl in the middle of the kitchen table with beautiful red apples, I reflected on how good it is to spend time with our family. It was a day to be long remembered.
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