Big Daddy just finished the biggest job we have ever done and for now his days of a two hour commute are over. This morning’s commute was 3 minutes – he powerwashed a house in the area and then the day was ours!

Nary a cloud to be found – we headed northwest for Royal Oaks apple orchard. Set on what must be one thousand acres we paid (outrageously!) for our bushel and a half of apples (“I love you, a bushel and a peck!”) and set out among eleven thousand trees to pick Empires and Roma’s for applesauce. Roma’s on account of them being “out” of McIntosh.

What fun.

I have never (to my recollection) picked apples before and I found it quite easy. But I also found myself wanting to do my Dorothy impersonation, exclaiming, “Apples” and I kept expecting gnarly branches to start throwing their fruits at me.

Into the video camera I told Joel, as I crawled out of a tree that I had met this snake and he thought Joel would really like the lucious fruit I held in my hand. It got a good laugh. “That’s good babe.” We giggled.

We giggled at the thought of Nick and Victoria and all the countless memories they will get to make on cheezy outings like ours today. Happy, happy, happy.

Aidancakes loved the petting zoo, the mini train ride and he was so-so on the carousel. We enjoyed apple cider donuts (Joel and Aidan’s first!) and the sunshine. It was delightful.

This year’s applesauce will taste even better with such a lovely memory behind it!

P.S. Aidan is off one of his meds, 28 more days ’til we nix the next one. Thank you for your prayers.