Bright red apples.
Hay rides and mud.
Honestly, it was AWEFUL getting everyone dressed, fed, and out the door on a weekend morning to go apple picking. There was a point where“maybe we should just stay home instead of going out to have fun” crossed my mind. I’m not sure if I said it out loud, or just in my head. There was fighting, crying and whining….I put my hands over my ears during the car ride and told Brian he should turn his hearing aids off.
But then we pulled into Whittier Fruit Farm, where I’ve picked apples every single year of my life.
My face broke out into a huge smile.
Fresh air, green trees, red apples.
The sunshine broke through after a weeks worth of rain.
Now that’s the kind of face I want to see!
A change of scenery….
A mission to pick the best apples on the trees….
Cinnamon doughnuts to refuel from our picking adventure.
And here’s the face behind all the pictures! I love that he is willing to capture the little moments for me.