Each year, for as many as I can remember, the Eddington family gets together to help Grandma (now Great-grandma) pick her apples. For most of my life it has meant playing with cousins, but now that I'm an adult, it's more work than play. Although, I did my fair share of "playing", too.
Mom held the ladder for McKenna and feared that an apple would fall on her head, or her new glasses. In this picture she is wisely bracing herself 'cause that apple in McKenna's hand is just about to clunk Mom on the head. That would have made a great action shot - too bad I missed it.
Of course, apple picking also means eating as many apples as you want.
Thanks, Grandma (Great-grandma) for having us up to "help" one more year.
As a side note - just about every year at apple picking I step in dog doo-doo. This year I managed to pick some up my first step out of the car. Now THAT's the way to start off a tradition.
4 comments:
I'm so glad you took pictures and posted them. I always think about the family having fun together on apple-picking day. I wish I didn't have to miss out each year.
And sorry 'bout the dog do-do. That reeks, literally.
That last picture is priceless. What a fun family tradition and sorry about that yucky dog-doo-do... :(
So that's why you were so obsessed with "poop!" all day. Apple picking holds so so many memories for me. I love the look, feel, and smell of Logan in the fall!
Such a wonderful picture of me! Thanks for publishing it! (Sarcasm intended, again.) I'm just glad my gray roots didn't show! It was a fun day.
Love, Mom
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