Apple Picking

I finally completed a dream of mine: apple picking in the fall. I've always heard stories of going out on a chill fall day, bundled up in warm clothes, possibly some thick fur-lined boots, and rummage among the trees. It was just as picturesque as I imagined. Rows upon rows of apple trees ready for my bag to be filled. It was one of the best experiences I've had here in Vermont, and I'll surely never forget it. Applesauce, applesauce bread, and an apple pie are in my near future! I'm going to be so full of apples that I'll never want to see another one...well, at least until next year.

Me and some of the Marine Wives