We have a tiny apple tree at the cabin, and this past weekend was harvest time. The kids have been watching and waiting for the apples to ripen all summer, and were anxious for the big day to arrive. The tree didn’t bear much fruit this year, which worked out well for our purposes – many more would not have held the kids’ attention, and Trevor’s arms needed a break.
Ella’s dress from grandma, with love
Taylor: Gap shirt, Circo shorts
Reality Check. If you read my post last week about our zoo outing (see it here), you know that we aren’t great at planning family field trips of any sort. Picking apples, but without a long car ride or crowds – that’s our kind of orchard.