We really out-did ourselves this weekend. We went apple picking at a quaint little orchard in Illinois. No trains. No hay rides. No $7 apples. Just rows and rows of apple trees. Couple that with a perfectly brisk fall day; it was pretty much perfect.
W's favorite part was picking up an apple, taking a bite, spitting it out, then launching it across the orchard. A huge field full of "balls"? It was pretty much heaven to him.
{the wind-up}
{the pitch}
2 comments:
I love your photos, they are priceless!
Capturing the moment, the colors, the feelings, it is wonderful.
Good Work!
Love you Katena!
MOM
Fall time! Where can I get me one of those apple picker tools? That would prevent the mis-haps and konked noggins that we experience as the apple catcher. W is so cute. The wind up picture makes me laugh so hard. He is off to a pro career in b-ball!
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