Sixty-six. That’s how many apples we picked. It was cold and wet, though we missed the rain.
It took a few tries to convince Elsa that the apples that were still on the tree were better than the ones on ground, but she got it. It helped that Micah was willing to be the ladder so she could reach the best apples.
And once Elsa had a turn on the “dadder,” her brothers wanted a try, too.
Of course, as amazing as it is too see where apples really come from, and as fun as it is to figure out what we’re going to do with the dozens of apples we have boxed up on the balcony, it’s really the tradition of eating an entire pie straight from the plate for lunch that gets us out to a farm in the cold and wet.