My daughter is one of those efficient, multi-tasking working mothers with a scrunched up calendar I wrote about in my last post, so it was no surprise to discover that she was arranging a date in late September or early October for apple picking. For close to forty years we have gone to pick bushel baskets of apples in the Fall, originally in Canada with our old friends Andy and Sally and in more recent years with our own family. Problems with Homeland Security and passports have meant that of late our visits have been confined to apple orchards on this side of the border. Food has always been involved—picnic lunches in the orchard and once upon a time dinner at Mother's Pizza in Windsor. If I had done what I should have done with my photos, I could have done a photo progression, but these, taken two or three years ago, give you an idea.
|Sitting on the tractor that circles the orchard, stopping at the various kinds of apples.|
|Plastic bags these days, not bushel baskets.|