One of my favorite traditions of the fall is going apple picking. The minute you step into the orchard you can smell that sweet, cider perfume and see the bright red fruit pulling down the branches on each tree.
Pip and Ti, ready to roll.
Ti picks his first apple
Marshall's apple- soon to be devoured.
Marshall eats his apple- seeds, core and all- from the bottom up!
Who's that cute preggo?
The beautiful view of Cochnewagon from Chick's orchard.
Hmmm... a cutesie boy photo amidst the pumpkins proves unsuccessful.
Yes, Marshall, that is GOURDgeous (sorry- I couldn't resist)
Guess who did this? Who's obsessed with trailers right now?
Pretty creative, if you ask me! Do you think it would've made it all the way back home?
I am the Vine, you are the brances. He who abides in Me, and I in him bears much fruit; for without Me you can do nothing.