


Yesterday was a gorgeous day. The weather was perfect. Our city farm opened earlier in the week, so we decided to spend some time picking apples. This is definitely a highlight of living in New England that we will miss when we move. Chris and I have picked apples, berries, pumpkins, etc. each season. We love doing so, and enjoy even more, sharing this experience with our children. Claire was in heaven. She wandered from tree to tree trying to find the apples. Many of them were hanging on the low parts of the tree, so she could even reach. It didn't take long to fill our bag. Mya even got a taste of the experience. She sucked a bit of an apple and took in all its goodness. As you can imagine, she smacked her little lips in delight. This morning Claire and I made an apple pie with our freshly picked apples. I am not a pie girl, but Chris and Claire will enjoy later. I am not a great crust maker either, but I will say that they seem to look better each year. Perhaps in fifty years, they will be as good as my Grandmother's.
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Love ya,
Jessica
Well, there's always pumpkin season :)
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I think that Sunday the 4th might work for us - we did want to try a new orchard up here so if you are willing to drive up we will make the lunch/dinner picnic.