Apple (not) picking
Saturday was a gorgeous, sunny day in Minnesota. It was the one day for two weeks that I was going to be home, and since it was a lovely fall day, I had the great idea to go apple picking and enjoy the season. I managed to convince a friend to go along, against his better judgement, it turned out.We went to a local apple orchard and it was like Disney World...all of the bad things from Disney World, that is. Long traffic lines, rude parents with strollers, screaming kids, kids and adults not paying attention to where they are going and running into you. You get the picture...they were crawling around all over the place. I have to agree with my friend - the best part of the orchard was the fenced in portion where the kids were riding John Deere tricycles...he pointed out that they were caged in.
Despite the crowds we had one prospect for happiness at this apple orchard...picking our own apples. We headed out to the trees, and soon realized that we would not be able to reap the fruits of our labor, so to speak. This is the sight we saw under every tree:
Some people apparently gave up:
Someone did pick an apple, but must not have thoroughly enjoyed it:
I did finally find an apple on a tree, but it didn't pass inspection:
But finally, we did find a couple that seemed OK:
Of course, they were teeny tiny and barely lasted 4 bites, but they were apples picked off of a tree. Not really as satisfying as we had hoped...but I guess we decided to take what we could get...and escaped before any little people slobbered on us.
posted by Steph @ 7:50 PM
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