Call It What You Want...

After a dearth of posts, I am now burning up the Internet with all my posts.

Today was the perfect fall day -- sunny, breezy, upper 50s. So off we went to the apple orchard to pick the perfect fall apples.

Mark wasn't sure at first that he was excited about riding the wagon out to the orchard to pick, but sitting on Daddy's lap helped. By the time we got out to the apples, all was good.

Picking apples is hard work. The ones on the ground really look fine. Except for the worm and bug and rot holes, that is. We're picking Jonagold apples. Oh, except I think that's a Gala tree. Never mind...

Mark picked out his very own pumpkin. And tried to lift it.  (Too heavy.) We were cowards and didn't go out to the pumpkin patch to pick one out. We'd already had enough fun out in the orchard, and apparently the orchard's pond had spread out to include a lot of the pumpkin patch when we got 2" of rain this week.

Adam slept through the fun at the orchard, riding in the Baby Bjorn cuddled up close to Mommy and covered up to protect from sun and wind. But he woke up at the other pumpkin patch place where we went for lunch (tenderloins, chili and warm cider). He had a really big smile -- too cute -- and when I tried to take the picture, the camera turned itself off and told me in less-than-kind terms to change the batteries. Of course. so I got this one instead.

Now we have somewhere between nine and 10 pounds of apples (mostly Jonagold with a few Gala thrown in) and a nice big pumpkin.

Happy Fall everyone!