Today the chicks and I went apple picking with sweet friends--a family with two girls almost identical in age to my own. Believe it or not, it was my first time apple picking. How I made it thirty-four years before I did this, I do not know, but it was so much fun!
In true Canadian fashion, the day started off with coffee from Tim Horton's. After a half hour drive out of the city, we arrived at Quinn Farm, a U-pick farm popular with Montrealers. We took a hayride, oohed and ahhed over the manual apple peeler/corers in their little shop, and visited their farm animals (complete with a huge donkey who did the most cartoonish "hee-haw" I think I've ever heard.)
Most importantly, of course, was the picking. This was so nice for two preschoolers and two toddlers! I often find that events that welcome young children are not really geared toward them; the kids are too young to take part themselves. Not so in this case. The apples were hanging so low to the ground that even the two year olds were able to pick as many apples as they wanted.
Here are both of my girls entering the orchard: Ninna and her friend, hand in hand, looking for the right tree from which to start picking:
Ninna practicing the "turn the apple up towards the sky" method we were trained to do before being let loose into the lanes of trees:
Time to take a rest and test out the apples:
Three hard-working harvesters:
When Bojey became tired of picking, she entertained herself by hiding under my skirt:This was such a lovely pre-fall activity. The weather is starting to turn, but it was still warm enough for no jackets. We enjoyed harvesting the fruits that have been growing now all summer. And best of all, we came home with an enormous bag of apples to eat, cook with, and share.