2.8.11

A time for apples

The more things change, the more they stay the same. Same orchard, same sun-baked farmer in a cowboy hat, same tire swing, same open-air barn stocked full of fresh and canned produce.

Same little girl soaking it all on, though her hair style, face shape, and body of knowledge are all new. This time, she told me apple starts with A and grapes start with G and peaches start with P. This time, she asked the farmer herself for a big cup of apple cider slushie. This time, she counted each and every bag of apples we carted to the car (4 to be exact).






She's growing up, and I can't wait for her to learn even more between now and our next trip to pick apples. (See photos from 2010 and 2009.)

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