We picked a peck of apples.
It was a first for all of us. We couldn’t have asked for a more gorgeous day for it either. I had to call around a bit–a lot of places were closed for the season. We went to Harvest Time and they were still picking three kinds of apples.
But first, coffee.
It was about an hour long drive down some beautiful Wisconsin country roads. We passed a few adorable antique shops and I desperately wanted to stop. Maybe another time.
I think Hudson had the best time of all.
He ate so many apples, walked the whole time–just swinging his arm and saying, “apple! apple!”. The Jonathon apples were the fam fave.
She loved picking them, checking them and filling the bag.
Then Eleanor and Quinn were hugging.
And Hudson ran over to join in.
I’m thankful for these little guys and our adventures.
We at hot dogs and brats, beer and cider from the orchard view terrace. And then these…
and play time.
And this guy–who I’m so thankful I have to build this life with.
We plan to make apple sauce and caramel apples with our haul. Any favorite recipes?
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