Climbing the ladder is as much fun as picking the apples.
Tractor ride to the orchards.
Can't go apple picking without having a few sugar-cinnamon coated hot apple fritters and cider.
We can't go anywhere that there is a dog without Helaina gravitating toward it and and asking the owner "May I pet your dog please? Is it friendly?" If the answer is yes, more questions follow, "Is it a boy or girl? How old is your dog? What's her name? Oh, she's so cute! Our dog is in Heaven but we have another cat now.", and on and on. A day doesn't go by that Helaina asks when we are getting another dog. Tonight she said she wanted a dalmation, then a spaniel that she will name Heidi, followed by a pug. Last ride of the year on the Apple Ponies. This one was called Missy. Missy has a pretty face.
Of all the times we've been to Beak and Skiff I never noticed this tree with the face carved into it. Pretty cool but at first Helaina didn't want to get near it. It spooked her, for some reason.Asleep for the drive home but still clutching her balloon that she got from a witch at the apple orchard.