Saturday we went to
Holmberg Orchards for our
annual apple picking day. New friends we’ve made through the homeschooling group asked us if we’d like to meet them there, since it is a
family tradition for them too and they wanted to spent the day with us. They are the first family in 6 years of living here to reach out to us this much and it’s been wonderful. Eric and I enjoy the parents’ company. Johann loves playing with their son and daughter. We have regular play dates with them and have plans to get together even more in the future.
The weather could not have been more perfect. After over a week of rainy and overcast days, a cool, sunny Saturday brought out a lot of people. The kids did pick some apples, but they ended up playing most of the time. They ran everywhere. They pretended the empty bags were parachutes. One of the low hanging tree branches became a horse they were riding. They sat and ate apples together, which eventually turned into an apple skin spitting contest. They created a maze through the pumpkin patch, which they crawled through multiple times. Later they did the same with the chrysanthemums. I’m just going to tell everyone that Johann’s knee patches were originally green. I seriously doubt I’ll get out the grass stains, but they had a blast. All three of them were glowing. They have their own language and they understand each other in a way that no one else does. In the greater scheme of things, dirty jeans are a small price to pay.
We always look forward to going to the orchard. Johann said this morning, while he was eating his third apple turnover for breakfast, that he loves the fall, because that’s when we get all the apples. I love watching the seasons change, feeling the crispness of the air, and the colors on the trees. Now we also have sweet memories of a special day spent with the Halls.
