Friday, October 31, 2008

Apple Picking in Ohio



Autumn. Cooler weather. Yes, even in Florida! Time for apple pie. Or apple cake..... Or apple torte.... or just to hear the crunch, and taste the juice, of a sweet, fresh-off-the-tree apple! We went apple picking, in Ohio, a few weeks ago. And picked us a peck, or two, or three, of perfect apples.




And, when we'd picked and eaten our fill, we munched on mouthfuls of luscious raspberries, from an overgrown raspberry patch......




And soaked up the warm, end-of-summer sunshine.

One of our number, tired of apple-picking, had himself a roll in the clover.....




and a dash among the trees......




...and was later found, sitting once again among the raspberries, contemplating life's mysteries.





Wouldn't you like to go back and experience how the world looked from inside your head when you were four?

6 comments:

peppermintpatcher said...

Like that AAMilne poem.

I wish I could be six forever and ever.

Suburbia said...

I'm not sure I'd like to be 4 again, 18 maybe!!
I love to pick fruit, I am green with envy that you still have raspberries!!

Isabelle said...

No, I don't think I liked being a child much. Maybe 4 was ok, though. I liked being at home; school didn't appeal so much.

Which is why I've spent my adult life in education...?

rhubarbwhine said...

What lovely shots of children and fruit, all conjour up innocence, health and youth. I love this post!

Kacey said...

Lucky you....getting to be in Ohio during apple season. We have the best apples in the world. I brought a big bag of Jonagolds with us to Florida. We also have great raspberries, peaches and grapes along Lake Erie. There is just something about good black dirt that is superior to sand for raising fruit, but I prefer our Florida white sand for lounging about on the beach. It looks as though you had fun with the grands in that orchard.

jkhenson said...

where did you pick the apples? and when? Our paths could've been crossing and we didn't even know! :)