Apple Picking

Last Sunday, I went apple picking at an orchard with 9 different types of apples. My aunt and I each picked 1/2 a peck and then came home to make fresh homemade apple dumplings. Guess what we had for dinner? :)

The first apple I picked had this little buddy on it. Figures.


Having too much fun obviously. I have that crooked smile just like my Grandpa.


The rows went on forever.





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Sorry about the late post, I'm trying to catch up on life this weekend.