Drying its wings on our blind cords.
A bad picture of a gray tree frog, caught in our yard. Peter loved it sacrificially, letting it go after a couple of days. I was so proud of him!
We had a delightful time today picking raspberries and Jonathan apples at a lovely spot about thirty-five minutes away. Just lovely, although the weather doesn't make it seem so.
Grandma and Mary
I assumed this place was an organic farm, but tonight I checked their website to make sure, and since I couldn't find the word "organic" anywhere, I suppose they use pesticides. Oops. We probably shouldn't have indulged without washing them first!
My mother is 69 and quite pretty.
I love pick-your-own farm locations! Love, love, love it! Daddy was studying for a computer exam today so he couldn't join us. Picking as a family is a tradition; I really missed him today. We'll go back in a couple weeks with Daddy accompanying us.
In the meantime, I'll be busy with a lot of baking and applesauce making! A bushel is a lot of apples!
You can use this website to find a pick-your-own place in your location. Happy picking!