We headed to a local orchard last weekend, to pick a half bushel of apples. How many? Er... a gigantic bag full? Enough to eat some, bake a pie, make 6 pints of applesauce AND have a dozen left over - which will soon be turned into cider. Soon-ish, anyway.
JimDad was on the hunt for the perfect apple: big and red. He would always spot the 'perfect' one near the top, and try to convince Kaden to climb / jump / fly up there to go grab one.
Wonder boy was much more comfortable with two feet on the ground. He loved going under and through the trees, and at one point declared himself the "lower picker upper".
He was also less concerned with finding a 'perfect' apple, as he was with grabbing ANY apple in his reach. We did convince him not to grab the half rotted ones, and to try to find ones with more red than green.
It was fun all around. Though it is getting chilly for our Florida blood, and so we probably shouldn't be headed out for field expeditions in shorts. Slow learning curve we have sometimes!
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