apples.

Apple picking in September is a tradition. It is a tradition that my Ma, Pa and sister have had for

years now. I don't remember when it started and I am sure the first few times we went Brit and I probably thought it was uncool and that there were better things to be doing but now it is one of my most favorite days of the year. What is not to love about a gorgeous fall day, sun shining, crisp air blowing and all the apples you can eat - that is right NOTHING! It is perfect. It is a perfect day that I can't wait to share with Max in the years to come. Well technically I did share it with her this year but she wasn't quite old enough to remember it and she sort of slept through most of it... but that is why we took so many pictures so we can remind her in the years to come that she has been apple picking since before she could walk. I can already see me throwing that out there in 13 years when she is too cool for school and would rather be painting her nails and talking on the phone with her friend that is a boy... what a glorious thought...