The apples were gigantic. (All the better for me to bake apple pies with once, twice, or maybe three times... I have a slight addiction to apple pie in the fall.) We easily filled two huge bags up with apples - more apples than even I, the apple pie lover, am sure what to do with. After we picked many an apple, the boys each picked out a pumpkin to take home. (The same pumpkins that have now been used by Chewy as toys to roll around the front yard. That was money well spent.)
Monday, October 11, 2010
Fall Perfection
This weekend was the perfect fall weekend. The sun was shining. The trees were full of changing leaves. It was a perfect excuse to head to a farm for picking apples and pumpkins.
The apples were gigantic. (All the better for me to bake apple pies with once, twice, or maybe three times... I have a slight addiction to apple pie in the fall.) We easily filled two huge bags up with apples - more apples than even I, the apple pie lover, am sure what to do with. After we picked many an apple, the boys each picked out a pumpkin to take home. (The same pumpkins that have now been used by Chewy as toys to roll around the front yard. That was money well spent.)

The apples were gigantic. (All the better for me to bake apple pies with once, twice, or maybe three times... I have a slight addiction to apple pie in the fall.) We easily filled two huge bags up with apples - more apples than even I, the apple pie lover, am sure what to do with. After we picked many an apple, the boys each picked out a pumpkin to take home. (The same pumpkins that have now been used by Chewy as toys to roll around the front yard. That was money well spent.)
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