As autumn slowly rolled in, and the leaves turned all sorts of various colors, my family and I got ready for a delicious adventure: picking apples from our very own apple tree in the front yard.
Our Beautiful Apple Tree
Our apple tree is has been sprouting buds and baby apples since very early Spring, and my boys have been eager to sink their teeth! This tree will become more than just a tree; it will be a part of our family’s history, a witness to our growing up.
Getting Ready to Harvest
We gathered our baskets, boxes, and a ladder, ready for action. We couldn’t wait to try one of those juicy apples!
Apple Picking Time!
On a sunny morning, we headed outside with all our gear. The plan was to pluck the ripest apples we could find. It was like a treasure hunt, and our tree was the jackpot.
A Family Thing
This wasn’t a solo mission. Everyone joined in. The boys played and pointed to all of the “perfect” apples they wanted in their baskets!
So Many Apples!
Our baskets started filling up quickly. It was amazing how many apples this one tree produced. We admired all the different shapes and colors in our haul.
Quality Time Together
Apple picking became a bonding experience. We chatted, laughed, and shared stories while we worked. And also dodged falling apples! It was family time at its best.
The Taste Test
We couldn’t resist trying some right away. Crunchy, sweet, and just perfect. It was like taking a bite of home. And it was home! There were ooohs and ahhhs and “mmmm try mine!” all over the kitchen.
Preserving the Goodness
With way more apples than we could eat in one go, we set some aside for pies, crisps, and homemade applesauce. Did you know they freeze beautifully?
A Tradition to Keep
This annual apple-picking adventure was more than just picking fruit. It was a day to appreciate nature, create family traditions, and savor the simple pleasures in life.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, and we enjoyed the last bites of our apples, we felt thankful for the memories we’d made and the love that filled our family. It was a day we’d always remember and a tradition that would stay with us, one I pray will be passed down to the next generations.