Once October rolls around, I like to embrace all of the autumn cliches: pumpkin everything, apple cider, scarves with boots, chili with cornbread, and plenty of, “oh, I just adore the fall leaves!”
Yesterday Philomena and I joined some friends for yet another cliche: apple picking.
I hadn’t done this since I was a little kid, so I was psyched. The weather was absolutely perfect. Mena ran up and down the orchard, and ate all the apples her heart desired. It was a fabulous morning.
We arrived at the end of the season, so most of the apples were pretty high up on the trees, but they gave us a long contraption that just picked them right off. If you live in the Wichita area, I highly recommend you visit Entz Orchard next year.
Because you care deeply, here are some pictures of the day: