We went apple picking at the Applecrest Farm in New Hampshire this past Sunday. This is another last minute plan that just popped out from husband's mind. We actually had already made our first apple-picking-plans but not on this farm. The original plan was to go apple picking in the western part of Massachusetts, and to visit few of the museums there, but MIL suddenly changed her mind and was uncertain to go. Yet, we were left uncertain. Then, Sunday morning hubby was motivated to go apple picking because the apples might be all gone by then. MIL joined with us too. (I am selfish that I cannot show her pictures online. She likes her private life and I don't want to invade her privacy either). To my friends, Alpha and Mabel, I wished you could have joined us. I lost my mind- sorry. We will plan ahead next time.
If you've been following my blog, this is Mr.Freddy's fourth time to go apple-picking. I must say, his fourth is more fun and enjoyable than his first, second and third. He was more active and had participated more in picking apples. He learned how to pick apples correctly. He listened to what I've taught not to grab the apple and do not yank it off the tree. But, one thing I always see when we were gone apple picking was, either he always had an apple on his hand or munching the apple. He may tripped and fell but still he firmly holding his apple. What a tough lil' man!