While picnicking at the orchard last weekend, a bee made his way to our 4 year olds apple. As it buzzed around and lingered around his hands, Scott thought that it might freak him out so he started to swat it away.
“No Daddy!” our 4 year old protested, “he’s trying to become my friend!”
That’s one we hadn’t heard before…
I absolutely love apple picking with my kiddos.
This year I found a great price on delicious locally grown honey crisp apples at the local grocery store and we enjoyed them all fall and I was so tempted to skip out on apple picking b/c we had already enjoyed such delicious apples this fall. But apple picking is about so much more than the apples for me.
It’s the memories.
As much as I hate the cold, I really am a 4 seasons kind of girl. I love the beginning of a new season…. bringing out favorite clothes, decorations, foods, traditions only enjoyed for a season. It’s refreshing and exciting and makes me so grateful for the climate we live in. But, this year, more than most I have been crazy excited about fall. I can’t explain it. But, I’m more giddy than normal about pulling out my jeans and boots and sweaters.