apples, bubbles, and books.

The evening couldn't be any more beautiful.  The sky was blue, the sun was shining, and there orchard was humming with excitement.  When I had called ahead to the orchard they had said that if was going to be the second to the last weekend before the end of the season so people were there hoping to get their last bushel of fresh apples.  No matter what, when I step into an orchard I feel like time stands still and that there really isn't a hurry to get to anywhere else.  I love the nostalgia of walking between rows of trees and seeing chickens dodge in and out of little running legs.

I arrived at the apple orchard to see Mason tugging on her mom's arm for the chance to go chase the chickens and Blaine waiting ever so patiently for the chance to run through the orchard and pick apples.  Blaine is such an exploring boy.  He wanted to check out the orchard and the chickens and ask questions about the apples.  Mason was right there with him discussing the state of the apples and why the ones on the ground were brown and mushy.  I loved to watch Mason follow her brother around underneath trees and branches trying to see what he was seeing.

yummy. LIFE.