Apple Picking, 2021

We are so lucky! We live just 20 minutes from a FABULOUS apple orchard that offers U-Pick apples (and raspberries!). I first found out about it from one of John's residents who planned the 2020 Resident Retreat here. I've been wanting to go for several weeks now (I'm looking at you, early ripening McIntosh apples), and we finally made it happen. Thankfully, Mark was home too, so he got to partake in the goodness. Erwin's makes it super easy to do:

Pay for your empty plastic bag and hop on the wagon (pulled unceremoniously through the mud by a tractor):

Hop off. Pick apples. Eat as many as you can before you fill your bag. John wants Macs, Hannah opted for a variety of Golden Delicious, Macs and Empires.

(You'll notice that I am NOT eating any apples in any pictures. Yeah, I don't really want to repeat the "hillbilly" look that I got the one time I bit into an apple and snapped my front tooth out....)

Ten minutes later, hop back on. Continue to eat apples. Head to raspberry field.

Pick raspberries.

Done!

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