Early one morning this week, we woke, got dressed and headed to pick up a couple friends and headed to an orchard.
This orchard is on public land and is a free, with hope in our hearts, we headed out to see.
Then we were there- a big old house (one of my dream houses) and a little clutch of giant pine trees where owls live and fields and an orchard.
We walked through the owl woods to the orchard and began to pick the apples and pears until we had well over 100lbs.
There were several times where the children stood on each other's shoulders like a circus act just to reach some cluster of delicious apples. Of course, with one pick a torrent of ripe apples would rain down on our heads and laughing and running we'd chase and collect them.
It was pure joy.
Then it was back through the owl woods where we collected a dozen owl pellets to dissect later and home.
Along the way we stopped at a local farm and grabbed up 30 squash - a mix of acorn, spaghetti and delicata and headed home to start working.
The children were blissful.
Oh this is the sort of thing that makes me sad that we live so far apart! What a wonderful outing.
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