We showed up to the orchard in hopes of picking apples in peace, away from the weekend crowds. And guess what?
The whole dang town had picked the orchard clean the weekend before, and the season was over.
Like my life.
I’m such a horrible mom.
I can’t even take my kids apple picking. But there’s one thing I can do. I can take pictures. Want to see?
We had the place to ourselves, so why not lean against the tractor they had used to cultivate the orchard that betrayed us?
We ended up with these pics, and a couple of bags from the store.
I could have had pies, but now I’ve got pies and pictures.