Apple Picking

We went to a wedding in the Berkshires this weekend, and as a Saturday morning activity, Lila and Matt had arranged for everyone to pick apples at a local orchard. Coincidentally, Clio loves Harold and the Purple Crayon these days, and the original Harold book has a scene where Harold comes to a place where he thinks a forest ought to be; as he doesn't want to get lost, he makes a very small forest, with only one tree in it, and it turns out to be an apple tree. So Clio is familiar with the concept. Thursday and Friday, when we asked her where we were going this weekend, she would say "Apple picking!"

Clio thought it was just great that you could pick an apple and eat it right there. In fact, she thought it was her job to taste test every single apple. We discouraged this practice, but she ended up with a stomach ache anyway.


Dave has been trying to include me in our photos a bit more, so here I am in a somewhat rare appearance on this blog:

I should note that Dave protested taking this picture because while I may have both children, all the apples, and any supplies, it wouldn't be accurate if I wasn't "holding the camera too." He's a funny guy.

The orchard also had pick-your-own flowers for 25 cents a stem. We figured they would be wasted in our hotel room, but boy, were they every beautiful.

We did show restraint and came home with just two bags of apples; still, we may need to get busy making apple sauce, apple butter, apple muffins, dried apples...