An apple a day. (Going apple picking in Illinois.)
Despite the fact that I was pretty exhausted after the Music Box Massacre, and despite the fact that I had been awake for over 30 hours already and should have gone right to bed, when JoeJoe called and asked if I wanted to go apple picking I was so there. Of course, I should have remembered that it was JoeJoe planning something and that meant trouble.
Now, if you know Joe you know that he is a wonderful planner, very organized, good at scheduling, great at getting people to come out for stuff. But he has this little problem with weather. Like, every time we go camping it storms. His wedding fell in the middle of a snow storm. Stuff like that. So I really shouldn’t have been surprised that as soon as I picked my first apple it started to hail.
When we got to the apple picking orchard, I think the lady thought we were nuts because it was pretty chilly and no one else was out there. But we forged ahead and headed out. Some of the first trees were pretty much picked dry. But further out there were some good pickings.
Joe tore off all the leaves of the ones Alina picked because he refused to pay extra for leaves. They also found some nice pumpkins, although Joe broke off the stem of the good one. I guess he has a thing for tearing things off of things.
Helen and Matt were also there, Helen wanted a wagon full of apples but they just got a basket full. I picked up a stash some bakin’ apples (not bacon apples) and think I will make a tart tomorrow.