I don’t care that Michigan is drunk and it’s still in the mid-80’s outside. It’s September. It’s Fall. My family will happily go to the orchard with me to pick apples.
Which is exactly what we did. And almost made it out without tears.
I love going to the apple orchards. It’s probably my favorite fall activity, besides baking and gearing up for Halloween. It was Eleni’s first time visiting and she tried to eat ALL the apples, which means we had to knock a couple ground ones that had started to break down out of her hand a couple times. Ana is a GREAT apple seeker, so she found all of our good ones.