The problem I have with blogging, and more specifically being behind on blogging, is that I have so much to say and then I never know if I should write about the past or the current. How can I write about what we did today when I still have to write about last week and last month? That ends up leaving me with nothing. Maybe if I start current, something will get on my blog. I feel terribly guilty about never posting.
So, apple picking. We will start here.
Last year for one of our monthly adventures, we found an apple farm in Bellingham that has Honeycrisp apples, one of my most favorite apples of all times. These apples are terribly expensive at somewhere around 3.99 per pound and sometimes more. If we are willing to make the drive and pick them ourselves, 3.99 per pound turns into an amazing 1.85 per pound and not only are the apples cheaper, but they are so very delicious straight from the tree. There is something that makes anything straight from how it grew, wonderfully delicious. After apples for days last year at a fraction of the price, we knew we would definitely be heading back.
With summer winding down and Honeycrisp apples in full swing, today was the day. My sisters and I loaded up the kids, the lunch bags, and the husbands and it was off to Bellingham for Sunday afternoon apple picking.
The only problem with going up there to get apples is that I am always afraid that I won’t get enough. Of course, I have no where to put them and there are fruit flies galore roaming through my house, but seriously… $1.85 per pound!
It didn’t take long to fill up our bags and boxes and mostly because we were sweating to death, we were ready to go back. Most of the group cruised away on a train while Owen, Angie, Greg, Wesley, myself, and all of my apples missed it. We had a choice, we could either stand in the sweltering sun and wait or walk back. Some of us chose to walk (Angie, me, and my apples) and some of us were forced to walk back (Owen, Greg, and Wesley). More than a mile walk, carrying what we later learned to be 85 pounds of apples, was NOT easy. With little complaints from all and a lot of laughing by Angie and me, we joined the others. I have never been so happy to see that big red barn and not only the barn, but the fact that the train passed us going to the orchard about the time we got back. It would have been more than hideous to make the trek and then have the train beat us back.
I spent $155.00 on apples, we melted in the sun, we bought pumpkins we didn’t need, we got in a little exercise, we relaxed, we laughed, we ate and we played. And with that, we say goodbye to summer and hello to fall!!
Bellewood Acres…. until 2015!