Saturday, September 27, 2014

Apple, Apples, Apples

Every Fall we  head to the apple farm to pick our own apples. This year we went with some other home school families. The apple farm is one of those places that I love. I love watching my kids reach up into the trees and find that perfect apple. I love watching them chase each other up and down the endless rows of raspberry bushes. I love the way the sweet blackberries literally melt in your mouth.
The day was hot, but the heat didn't even phase the kids. They had a blast and we ended the day with a picnic lunch under the most glorious vine covered pergola. 


One of the best things about spending my days with the kids at the one room school house is that I'm learning so many things right alongside them. I've never once made homemade applesauce, but I've always wanted to. Sprouts Farmers Market had apples on sale for 48 cents a pound. My friend Sabrina and I bought 40 lbs. My dad let us borrow his super fun apple peeler and we taught all the kids how to use the chopping knife that I bought this summer when we were in Mennonite country in Michigan last summer. The kids loved it and so did I. 

While I was tucking the girls into bed tonight my Spunky Girl said, "Mom, you just might be the best applesauce maker in the whole wide world." I smiled and reminded her that she actually might just be the best applesauce maker in the whole wide world because her and I, we made it together. 

Hooray for apples and sweet memories with my treasures.