We had picked two baskets full - about 30 pounds - when the owners wife drove up, a funny look on her face.
"Did you pick those from over there?"
"That's not our orchard"
We all looked nervously at the house nearby and the now empty trees.
"Oh well, I'll explain", she shrugged and we beat our way out of there, quick, after paying the man at the apple shed.
We have big plans for our purloined apples, including an apple crisp, currently in the oven, and only a slightly guilty conscience.
Paradoxically, we're also getting outside more now that the sweltering heat and bugs of summer has largely passed. Here's Simone getting ready for a bike ride in the poncho her Grandma Sweet sent. You have to love a poncho.
(It took about 15 blurred picture before we managed this one - the child won't sit still these days. If this is the not-yet-terrible-twos, I shudder to imagine what kind of displays of will we have in store...it may not surprise you that she is INCREDIBLY independent and um, willful. I couldn't tell you who she gets that from.)
More soon, I'm sure, as we gear up for Halloween. We are taking costume suggestions, as I'm not certain I'll really be able to pull off a full-sized squirrel tail. But I'm giving it a try!