Picking Apples

Today we went to Wilson's Orchard to pick fresh apples from the trees. The orchard, just a few miles north of our house, is a rite of Autumn in Iowa City. Every Fall weekend the farm is packed with our friends and neighbors picking apples for dinner, salads, snack, and pie.

This was my first time to the orchard, so daddy picked out a special fall outfit for me: long sleeved t-shirt with orange bats on it and jeans with cute flowers. Best of all, daddy had me wear shoes- bright red ones with flowers that matched the jeans! Since we were going to be out in the sun for a while I needed to be covered head to toe. When we got to the orchard, daddy put me in the baby bjorn while mommy grabbed a fruit basket to collect the goodies.

We searched the trees for mommy's favorite apple, the honeycrisp. But we were too late- they had been all picked already. We did manage to find a few "Song of September", "Jonagold" and "Regent", so we hardly went home empty-handed. While we were out picking, we saw Uncle Steve as well as several of mommy's residents. They helped us find some more yummy apples we had missed.

Picking apples is hard work, so I finally fell deep asleep and hung, suspended in the baby bjorn like an upright hammock. I don't remember leaving the orchard and going back to the barn, but we must have! After mommy paid the farmer for the basket of apples, mommy and daddy enjoyed fresh apple turnovers. They smelled yummy- mommy and daddy seemed to love them. Hmm . . . only a couple more months until I can eat solid foods- including applesauce!